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Since the publication of the first edition of The Church Hymnary the 
demand for the book, which has exceeded the most sanguine expectation of the 
publishers, has required the printing of so many editions that it is now necessary 
to make new electrotype plates. Advantage has been taken of the opportunity thus 
afforded to omit a few hymns (less than one-twentieth of the entire number) and 
to insert such material of recent date as should be included in a book which is 
now the latest, as it aims to be the best, collection of hymns and tunes for con- 
gregational use. 

In the arrangement of material no space has been wasted. It has therefore 
been possible to present in a compact and convenient form 849 separate tunes,— 
a larger number than can be found in any other collection of an equal number of 
hymns, — and to arrange the music so as to offer with a very large proportion of the 
hymns a choice between one or more old familiar tunes and others of the modern 
English school. 

The unusual number and arrangement of hymns and tunes makes the book 
peculiarly and perfectly adapted to the varying needs of the churches. 

Another important advantage gained by this wise economy of space arises from 
the close proximity of words and music which makes it easier for the eye to follow 
both at the same time, and thus encourages congregational singing. 

The Twentieth-Century Edition retains all those distinctive features which 
have made the first edition so useful and so widely popular, and justifies the 
expectation that in its new and more attractive setting The Church Hymnary 
is about to enter an even broader field of usefulness and success. 

New York 

January, 1900 

By CHARLES E. MERRILL & CO., 1890, 1892 By MAYNARD, MERRILL & CO., 1900 

[All rights reserved] 

(Suntfjtr Sc Co., fHustc fcnpograpfjers, Urintrt bg iHanfjattan tyrtBB, 

63 Buane St., Ncfo gork. Ncfo gork, 8. S. a. 


The Church Hymxary is the outgrowth of a smaller collection prepared 
some years ago for the use of the Church and Sunday School of which the 
compiler is a member. The value and availability of much of the new music 
have thus been proven by practical use. From the treasures of the whole 
Church, " things new and old " have been brought together; very little of 
importance, it is believed, has been omitted, while much valuable matter not 
hitherto used in our Church Hymnals is now made available. It has been 
sought to make the Church Hymxary so varied, full, and rich, both in hymns 
and tunes, that it would commend itself to all Evangelical Churches. 

Special thanks are due to William H. Clark, D.D., Edward A. Collier, D.D., 
and Eev. Frederic M. Bird for constant assistance in preparing the w r ork and for 
many valuable suggestions. To their critical taste and judgment, as well as to 
their painstaking labor, the compiler is under many obligations. 

The Church Hymxary is published both with and without the Church 
Psalter, a topical arrangement of the best Psalms for Eesponsive Reading,, pre- 
pared by the Rev. Henry van Dyke, D.D., or with the Psalter following the 
Revised Version prepared by Rev. T. Ralston Smith, D.D. It is believed that the 
increasing number of Churches, in which Responsive Reading forms a regular 
part of Public Worship, will welcome this new Psalter designed especially to 
meet their needs, and arranged so as to make its use easy and helpful. 

Permission to use l^mns and tunes has been freely granted, and the com- 
piler desires to express his appreciation of their courtesy to Houghton, Mifflin, 
& Co., for the use of the hymns of John Greenleaf Whittier and Oliver Wendell 
Holmes; to Charles Scribner's Sons, for the use of No. 928 (from " Saxe Holm 
Stories," Vol. L); to Denis Wortman, D.D., for the use of Nos. 702, 713, and 
971 (the last from " Reliques of the Christ "); to IT. C. Burnap, Richard Storrs 
Willis, George E. Oliver, Frederick W. Mills and many others — Authors, Com- 
posers, and Publishers, whose names appear in the body of the book. 

If the Church Hymxary shall be accorded by the Church at large some 
measure of the favor with which, in a more limited sphere, much of it 'has 
already been received, the compiler will feel thankful for the opportunity of 
making this contribution to the promotion of the Service of Sacred Song. 

Edwix A. Bedell. 

Albany, September 1, 1890. 



The Law of God v 

The Apostles' Creed ----- vi 
The Lord's Prayer vi 


Divine Worship 

Opening of Service - - - - 1-46 

Offerings to the Lord - - - 47-59 

Close of Service 60-76 

The Holy Scriptures - - - 77-91 

The Holy Trinity - - - 92-106 

God the Father 107-177 

Jesus Christ our Lord 

His Incarnation and Advent 178-215 

His Life and Ministry - - - 216-242 

His Sufferings and Death - 243-276 

His Resurrection - - - -277-296 

His Ascension 297-315 

His Reign and Mediation - - 316-335 

His Second Coming - - - 336-352 

The Holy Spirit 353-376 

Salvation 377-410 

The Christian Life 

Repentance 411-448 

Faith and Consecration - - 449-488 

Love and Gratitude - - - 489-545 

Zeal and Courage - - - - 546-583 

Aspiration 584-603 

Trial and Conflict - - - - 604-622 

Comfort and Privileges - - 623-651 

Joy and Hope ----- 652-663 

Watchfulness and Prayer - - 664-691 

The Church 692-820 

Building and Dedication - - 702-707 

Its Ministry 708-716 


Baptism 717-727 

The Lord's Supper - - - 728-761 
The Communion of Saints - 762-782 
Missions - 783- S20 

Times and Seasons 

Morning 821-836 

Evening 837-876 

The Year 877-883 

The Seasons 884-885 

Harvest-Home Festivals - 886-891 
Thanksgiving - - - - 892-896 

National ------- 897-902 

For those at Sea - - - - 903-908 

Marriage 909-91 1 

Flower Festivals - - - - 912-915 
Children's Hymns- - - - 916-934 
Death and the Resurrection 935-956 

The Judgment 957-961 

The Life Everlasting - - - 962-994 

Doxologies -- -496 

Chants and Responses - - - 497-504 

Alphabetical Index of Tunes - 505 

Metrical Index of Tunes - - 508 

Index of Chants and Responses 510 

Index of Scripture Texts - - - 511 

Index of Subjects ----- 513 

Index of Composers -• - - - - 516 

Index of Authors 518 

Index of First Lines - - - - 521 

£0e Sate of (Bob 

As it is Written in the Twentieth Chapter of the Book of Exodus 

GOD SPAKE ALL THESE WORDS, saying, I am the Lord thy God, which 
have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. 

I. — QL\)on sljalt Ijace no otber gobs before ifte. 

II. — ®l)OU srjalt not make nnto tl}ee ann graven image, or any likeness of 
any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in 
the water under the earth: thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve 
them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the 
fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that 
hate Me ; and showing mercy unto thousands of them that love Me, and keep 
My commandments. 

III.— &l)on sljalt not take tlie Name of l\)c £orb ttjp (5ob in uain; for the 

Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh His Name in vain. 

IV.— ftemember t\)c Sabbatl)-bat) to keep it Ijoln. Six days shalt thou 
labor, and do all thy work : but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy 
God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy 
man-servant, nor thy maid-servant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within 
thy gates : for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that 
in them is, and rested the seventh day : wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath- 
day and hallowed it. 

V. — §onor tfyn father arid tl)n mother: that thy days may be long upon 
the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee. 

VI.— £t)on st)alt not kill. 

VII.— &l)on sbalt not commit abnlterjj. 

VIII.— iftljott sljalt not steal. 

IX. — &bon sbalt not bear false outness against t\)X) neighbor. 

X. — &t)ou slmlt not couet tl)t) neighbor's tjonse, thou shalt not covet thy 
neighbor's wife, nor his man-servant, nor his maid-servant, nor his ox, nor his 
ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbor's. 

The Summary of the Law by our Lord Jesus Christ 

St. Matthew, xxii: 37-40 

THOU shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, 
and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And 
the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. On these 
two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. 

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for ever. &men. 



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Jesus, Lord, forever living, 

From Thy Church what glad thanksgiving 

Should to Thee forever flow ! 
Thine this day our heart's oblation, 
All our praise and adoration, 

All we are, and have, and know. 

2 Here may prayer and sins' confession, 
Perfumed by Thine intercession, 

As sweet incense heavenward rise : 
Here to contrite hearts and broken, 
Give, Lord, the secret token 

Of accepted sacrifice. 

3 On the children of affliction, 
Let Thy hands of benediction 

Drop Thy comfort from above : 
Be Thyself our hidden Manna, 
And above us let the banner 

Of Thy banquet-house be love. 

4 Thus with Thee and Thine in union, 
Glad we own the blest communion 

Of the saints' unnumbered host, 
Who with angels bow before Thee, 
And with endless praise adore Thee, 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

D. S. R. 1890 

Divine TiClorsbip 

J. Barnby 

On thee, the high and lowly, Through ages j oined in 

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day of rest and gladness, 

day of joy and light, 
balm of care and sadness, 

Most beautiful, most bright : 
On thee, the high and lowly, 

Through ages joined in tune, 
Sing holy, holy, holy, 

To the Great God Triune. 

2 On thee, at the creation, 

The light first had its birth; 
On thee, for our salvation, 

Christ rose from depths of earth \ 
On thee our Lord, victorious, 

The Spirit sent from heaven, 
And thus on thee, most glorious, 

A triple light was given. 

3 To-day on weary nations 
The heavenly manna falls ; 

To holy convocations 
The silver trumpet calls, 

Where gospel light is glowing 
With pure and radiant beams, 

And living water flowing 

With soul-refreshing streams. 

4 New graces ever gaining 
From this our day of rest, 

We reach the rest remaining 
To spirits of the blest ; 

To Holy Ghost be praises, 
To Father, and to Son ; 

The Church her voice upraises 
To Thee, blest Three in One. 

Christopher Wordsworth 

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The dawn of God's new Sabbath 

Breaks o'er the earth again, 
As some sweet summer morning 1 

After a night of pain. 
It comes as cooling showers 

To cheer a thirsting land, 
As shades of clustered palm-trees 

'Mid weary wastes of sand. 

2 Lord, we would bring our burden 

Of sinful thought and deed, 
In Thy pure presence kneeling 

From bondage to be freed ; 
Our heart's most bitter sorrow 

For all our work undone, 
So many talents wasted, 

So few true conquests won. 

3 Yet still, Lord long-suffering, 
Still grant us in our need 

Here in Thy holy presence 
The saving name to plead ; 

And on Thy day of blessings, 
"Within Thy temple walls, 

To foretaste the pure worship 
Of Zion's golden halls : 

4 Until in joy and gladness 
We reach, that home at last, 

When life's short week of sorrow 
And sin and strife is past ; 

When angel-hands have gathered 
The first ripe fruit for Thee, 

Father, Son, and Spirit, 
Most Holy Trinity! 

Ada Cambridge Cross 1866 

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Open now thy gates of beauty, 

Zion, let me enter there, 
Where my soul in joyful duty 

Waits for Him who answers prayer ; 
how blessed is this place, 
Filled with solace, light, and grace. 

2 Yes, my God, I come before Thee, 
Come Thou also down to me : 

Where we find Thee and adore Thee, 
There a heaven on earth must be. 

To my heart, enter Thou, 

Let it be Thy temple now. 

3 Here Thy praise is gladly chanted, 
Here Thy seed is duly sown, 

Let my soul, where it is planted, 

Bring forth precious sheaves alone, 
So that all I hear may be 
Fruitful unto life in me. 

4 Speak, God, and I will hear Thee, 
Let Thy will be done indeed ; 

May I undisturbed draw near Thee 

While Thou dost Thy people feed j 
Here of Life the Fountain flows, 
Here is balm for all our woes. 

Benjamin Schmolck 1704 Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1862 

SABBATH 7s. 6 lines 

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Safely, through another week, 
God has brought us on our way; 

Let us now a blessing seek, 
Waiting in His courts to-day : 

Day of all the week the best, 

Emblem of eternal rest. 

2 While we pray for pardoning grace, 
Through the dear Redeemer's name, 

Show Thy reconciled face, 

Take away our sin and shame : 

From our worldly cares set free, 

May we rest this day in Thee. 

3 Here we come Thy name to praise ; 
May we feel Thy presence near : 

May Thy glory meet our eyes, 

While we in Thy house appear: 
Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May Thy gospel's joyful sound 
Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 

Make the fruits of grace abound, 
Bring relief for all complaints: 
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we join the Church above. 

John Newton 1779 

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To Thee, my God and Saviour, 

My heart exulting sings, 
Rejoicing in Thy favor, 

Almighty King of kings : 
I'll celebrate Thy glory, 

With all Thy saints above, 
And tell the joyful story, 

Of Thy redeeming love. 

2 Soon as the morn with roses 
Bedecks the dewy east, 

And when the sun reposes 
Upon the ocean's breast, 

My voice in supplication, 

Well pleased, Thou shalt hear: 

grant me Thy salvation, 
And to my soul draw near. 

3 By Thee through life supported, 
I pass the dangerous road, 

With heavenly hosts escorted 
Up to their bright abode j 

There cast my crown before Thee ; 

Now all my conflicts o'er, 
And day and night adore Thee : 

What can an angel more ? 

Thomas Haweis 1792 

Thine holy day's returning 

Our hearts exult to see ; 
And with devotion burning, 

Ascend, our God, to Thee. 
To-day with purest pleasure, 

Our thoughts from earth withdraw 
We search for sacred treasure, 

We learn Thy holy law. 

2 We join to sing Thy praises, 

God of the Sabbath day; 
Each voice in gladness raises 

Its loudest, sweetest lay. 
Thy richest mercies sharing, 

fill us with Thy love, 
By grace our souls preparing 

For nobler praise above. 

Ray Palmer 1834 



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3 Alas ! unworthy of Thy boundless love, 
Too oft with careless feet from Thee we 

rove ; 
But now, encouraged by Thy voice, we come, 
Returning sinners, to a Father's home. 

4 by that name in which all fulness dwells, 
by that love which every love excels, 

by that blood so freely shed for sin, 
Open blest Mercy's gate, and take us in ! 

Lucy Elizabeth Georgiana Whitmore 1824 


Father, again in Jesus' name we meet, 
And bow in penitence beneath Thy feet ; 
Again to Thee our feeble voices raise, 
To sue for mercy, and to sing Thy praise. 

2 we would bless Thee for Thy ceaseless 

And all Thy work from day to day declare ! 
Is not our life with hourly mercies crowned? 
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Which, when He made the world, Jehovah Our supplications and our songs of praise. 

blessed ; 3 Father of heaven ! in whom our hopes 
When, like His own, He bade our labors confide 

cease, Whose power defends us, and whose pre- 
And all be piety, and all be peace. cepts «-uide 

2 Let us devote this consecrated day In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, 

To learn His will, and all we learn obey; Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end. 

William Mason 1796 



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Welcome, delightful morn, 

Thou day of sacred rest: 
I hail thy kind return ; 

Lord, make these moments blest; 
From the low train of mortal toys, 

1 soar to reach immortal joys. 

2 Now may the King descend, 
And fill His throne of grace : 

Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, 

While saints address Thy face ; 
Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, 
And learn to know and fear the Lord. 

3 Descend, celestial Dove, 

With all Thy quickening powers, 
Disclose a Saviour's love, 

And bless these sacred hours ; 
Then shall my soul new life obtain, 
Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain. 

Hayward, in John Dobbell's Collection, 1806 


Lord of the worlds above, 

How pleasant and how fair 
The dwellings of Thy love, 

Thine earthly temples are ! 
To Thine abode my heart aspires, 
With warm desires, to see my God. 

2 happy souls, that pray 

Where God appoints to hear; 
happy men, that pay 

I soar to reach 

Their constant service there! 
They praise Thee still ; and happy they, 
That love the way to Zion's hill. 

3 They go from strength to strength, 
Through this dark vale of tears, 

Till each arrives at length, 
Till each in heaven appears : 

glorious seat, when God, our King, 

Shall thither bring our willing feet ! 

Isaac Watts 1719 


Awake, ye saints, awake! 

And hail this sacred day : 
In loftiest songs of praise 

Your joyful homage pay: 
Come, bless the day that God hath blest, 
The type of heaven's eternal rest. 

2 On this auspicious morn 
The Lord of life arose ; 

He burst the bars of death, 

And vanquished all our foes ; 
And now He pleads our cause above, 
And reaps the fruit of all His love. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 
Heaven with hosannas rings, 

And earth, in humbler strains, 
Thy praise responsive sings : 
Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign. 

Elizabeth Scott 1756 Thomas Cotterill i8iq 



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J. B. Calkin 

How charming is the place, Where my Re - deem-er God 

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Un-veils the beauties of His face, And sheds His love a-broad. 

How charming is the place, 
Where my Redeemer God . 

Unveils the beauties of His face, 
And sheds His love abroad. 

2 Here, on the mercy-seat, 
With radiant glory crowned, 

Our joyful eyes behold Him sit, 
And smile on all around. 

3 To Him their prayers and cries 
Each humble soul presents : 

He listens to their broken sighs, 
And grants them all their wants. 

4 To them His sovereign will 
He graciously imparts ; 

And in return accepts, with smiles, 
The tribute of their hearts. 

5 Give me, Lord, a place 
Within Thy blest abode, 

Among the children of Thy grace, 
The servants of my God. 

Samuel Stennett 1772 

Hail to the Sabbath day : 

The day divinely given : 
When men to God their homage pay, 

And earth draws near to heaven. 

2 Lord, in this sacred hour 
Within Thy courts we bend, 

And bless Thy love, and own Thy power, 
Our Father and our Friend. 

3 But Thou art not alone 
In courts by mortals trod ; 

Nor only is the day Thine own 
When man draws near to God. 

4 Thy temple is the arch 
Of yon unmeasured sky ; 

Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march 
Of grand eternity. 

5 Lord, may that holier day 
Dawn on Thy servants' sight; 

And purer worship may we pay 
In heaven's unclouded light. 

Stephen Greenleaf Bullfinch 1832 


D. Read 

Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord a - rise; Wel-come to this re- viv-ing breast, And these re-joic-ing eyes. 

Welcome, sweet day of rest, 
That saw the Lord arise ; 

Welcome to this reviving breast, 
And these rejoicing eyes. 

2 The King Himself comes near, 
And feasts His saints to-day ; 

Here we may sit, and see Him here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day amidst the place 
Where my dear Lord hath been, 

Is sweeter than ten thousands days 
Of pleasurable sin. 

4 My willing soul would stay 
In such a frame as this, 

And sit, and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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This is the day of light ; 

Let there be light to-day : 
Dayspring, rise upon our night, 

And chase its gloom away. 

2 This is the day of rest: 
Our failing strength renew ! 

On weary brain and troubled breast 
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew. 

3 This is the day of peace : 
Thy peace our spirits fill : 

Bid Thou the blast of discord cease, 
The waves of strife be still. 

4 This is the day of prayer; 

Let earth to heaven draw near : 
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there • 
Come down to meet us here. 

5 This is the first of days ! 

Send forth Thy quickening breath, 
And wake dead souls to love and praise, 
Vanquisher of death! 

John Ellerton 1868 

Sing- to the Lord, our Might, 

With holy fervor sing ; 
Let hearts and instruments unite 

To praise our heavenly King. 

2 This is His hoi}* house, 
And this His festal day. 

When He accepts the humblest vows 
That we sincerely pay. 

3 The Sabbath to our sires 
In mercy first was given ; 

The Church her Sabbaths still requires 
To speed her on to heaven. 

4 We still, like them of old, 
Are in the wilderness : 

And God is still as near His fold, 
To pity and to bless. 

5 Then let us open wide 
Our hearts for Him to fill ; 

And He that Israel then supplied, 
Will help His Israel still. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 


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Sweet is the work, Lord, 

Thy glorious acts to sing, 
To praise Thy name and hear Thy word. 

And grateful offerings bring. 

2 Sweet, at the dawning light. 

Thy boundless love to tell : 
And, when approach the shades of night, 

Still on the theme to dwell. 

3 Sweet, on this day of rest, 
To join in heart and voice 

With those who love and serve Thee best. 
And in Thy name rejoice. 

4 To songs of praise and joy 
Be every Sabbath given, 

That such may be our best employ 
Eternally in heaven. 

Harriet Auber 1829 



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Blest day of God, most calm, most bright, 

The first and best of days ; 
The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, 

A day of mirth and praise. 

2 My Saviour's face did make thee shine, 
His rising did thee raise : 

This made thee heavenly and divine 
Beyond the common days. 

3 The first-fruits do a blessing prove 
To all the sheaves behind ; 

And they that do a Sabbath love 
A happy week shall find. 

4 This day must I fore God appear, 
For, Lord, the day is Thine : 

let me spend it in Thy fear, 
Then shall the day be mine. 





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Arise, King of grace, arise, 

And enter to Thy rest: 
Lo, Thy Church waits with longing eyes, 

Thus to be owned and blest. 

2 Enter with all Thy glorious train, 
Thy Spirit and Thy word ; 

All that the ark did once contain 
Could no such grace afford. 

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, 
Here let Thy praise be spread ; 

Bless the provisions of Thy house, 
And fill Thy poor with bread. 

4 Here let the Son of David reign, 
Let God's Anointed shine, 

Justice and truth His court maintain, 
With love and power diviue. 

Isaac Watts 1719 

A. H. Mann 

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With joy we hail the sacred day, Which God has called His own; Withjoy the summons we obey To worship at His throne. 

With joy we hail the sacred day, 

Which God has called His own; 
With joy the summons we obey 

To worship at His throne. 
2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair, 

Where willing votaries throng, 
To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, 

And pour the choral song. 

3 Spirit of grace, deign to dwell 
Within Thy Church below j 

Make her in holiness excel, 
With pure devotion glow. 

4 Let peace within her walls De found ; 
Let all her sous unite, 

To spread with grateful zeal around 
Her clear and shining light. 

Harriet Auber 1829 


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Where Thou, our Everlasting Sun, 

Art shining evermore. 
3 We wait in faith, and turn our face 

To where the daylight springs, 
Till Thou shalt come, our gloom to chase 

With healing on Thy wings. 
To God the Father, power and might 

Both now and ever be ; 
To Him that is the Light of Light, 

And, Holy Ghost, to Thee 


O very God of very God, 

And very Light of Light, 
Whose feet this earth's dark valley trod, 

That so it might be bright ; 
Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong, 

Thick darkness blinds our eyes ; 
Cold is the night, and we long 

That Thou, our Sun, wouldst rise ! 
2 And even now, though dull and gray, 

The east is brightening fast, 
And kindling to the perfect Day, 

That never shall be past. 


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Come, Thou Desire of all Thy saints! 

Our humble strains attend', 
While, with our praises and complaints, 

Low at Thy feet we bend. 

2 How should our songs, like those above, 
With warm devotion rise ! 

How should our souls, on wings of love, 
Mount upward to the skies ! 

3 Come, Lord! Thy love alone can raise 
In us the heavenly flame ; 

Then shall our lips resound Thy praise, 
Our hearts adore Thy name. 

4 Dear Saviour ! let Thy glory shine, 
And fill Thy dwellings here, 

Till life, and love, and joy divine 
A heaven on earth appear. 

5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say. 
Come, great Redeemer! come, 

And bring the bright, the glorious day, 
That calls Thy children home. 

Anne Steele 1760 


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My voice ascending high ; 
To Thee will I direct my prayer, 

To Thee lift up mine eye : 

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone 
To plead for all His saints, 

Presenting, at His Father's throne, 
Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 
The wicked shall not stand ; 

Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight, 
Nor dwell at Thy right hand. 

4 But to Thy house will I resort, 
To taste Thy mercies there ; 

I will frequent Thy holy court, 
And worship in Thy fear. 

5 may Thy Spirit guide my feet 
In ways of righteousness; 

Make every path of duty straight 
And plain before my face. 


This is the day the Lord hath made, 
He calls the hours His own; 

Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
And praise surround the throne. 

2 To-day He rose and left the dead, 

And Satan's empire fell ; 
To-day the saints His triumphs spread, 

And all His wonders tell. 

3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men 
With messages of grace ; 

Who comes in God His Father's name, 
To save our sinful race. 

4 Hosanna, in the highest strains 
The Church on earth can raise ; 

The highest heavens, in which He reigns, 
Shall give Him nobler praise. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


Early, my God, without delay, 

I haste to seek Thy face ; 
My thirsty spirit faints away, 

Without Thy cheering grace. 

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 
Beneath a burning sky, 

Long for a cooling stream at hand, 
And they must drink or die. 

3 I've seen Thy glory and Thy power 
Through all Thy temple shine : 

My God repeat that heavenly hour, 
That vision so divine. 

4 Not life itself, with all its joys, 
Can my best passions move ; 

Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
As Thy forgiving love. 

5 Thus, till my last expiring day, 
I'll bless my God and King ; 

Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
And tune my lips to sing. 



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Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee, 

And bow before Thy throne ; 
We come to offer on our knee 

Our vows to Thee alone. 

2 Whate'er we have, whate'er we are, 
Thy bounty freely gave; 

Thou dost us here in mercy spare, 
And wilt hereafter save. 

3 Come, then, my soul, bring all thy powers, 
And grieve thou hast no more ; 

Bring every day thy choicest hours, 
And thy great God adore. 

4 But, above all, prepare thine heart 
On this, His own blest day, 

In its sweet task to bear thy part, 
And sing, and love, and pray. 


John Austin 1668 

"My Lord, my Love, was crucified, 
He all the pains did bear ; 


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He makes His servants share. 

2 Thou, Lord, who daily feed'st Thy sheep, 
Mak'st them a weekly feast ; 

Thy flocks meet in their several folds 
L T pon this day of rest. 

3 Welcome and dear unto my soul 
Are these sweet feasts of love ; 

But what a Sabbath shall I keep 
When I shall rest above ! 

•i I bless Thy wise and wondrous love, 

Which binds us to be free ; 
Which makes us leave our earthly snares, 

That we may come to Thee. 

5 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray, 

Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace j 
I sing to think this is the way 

Unto my Saviour's face. 

John Mason 1683 


A-gain our earthly cares we leave, And in Thy courts ap-pear ; A-gain, with joyful feet, we come To meet our Saviour here. 





1 Again our earthly cares we leave, 
And in Thy courts appear; 

Again, with joyful feet, we come 
To meet our Saviour here. 

2 Within these walls let holy peace, 
And love and concord dwell : 

Here give the troubled conscience ease, 

The wounded spirit heal. 
3 May we in faith receive Thy word, 

In faith present our prayers ; 
And, in the presence of our Lord, 

Unbosom all our cares. 

John Newton 1779 Ver. i, Thomas Cotterill 1819 



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Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly ; 
Forth from the world, its hope and fear, 
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here: 
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray; 
Turn not, Lord, Thy guests away. 


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2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, 
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ; 
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, 
Long have our souls been tempest-tossed : 
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay; 
Turn not, Lord, Thy guests away. 

Reginald Heber 1820 

J. B. Calkin 


Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 
To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing ; 
To show Thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all Thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; 
may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
And bless His works, and bless His word ; 
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, 
How deep Thy counsels, how divine. 

4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, 
When grace hath well refined my heart, 
And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
All I desired or wislied below ; 

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And every power find sweet employ, 
In that eternal world of joy. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


All people that on earth do dwell, 
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice : 

Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell, 
Come ye before Him, and rejoice. 

2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed, 
Without our aid He did us make : 

We are His flock, He doth us feed, 
And for His sheep He doth us take. 

3 enter then His gates with praise, 
Approach with joy His courts unto: 

Praise, laud, and bless His name always, 
For it is seemly so to do. 

4 For why? the Lord our God is good, 
His mercy is forever sure : 

His truth at all times firmly stood, 
And shall from age to ag<5 endure. 

William Kethe 1561 


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How pleasant, how divinely fair, 
Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are ; 
With long desire my spirit faints, 
To meet the assemblies of Thy saints. 

2 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 
Aronnd Thy throne of majesty ; 

Thy brightest glories shine above, 
And all their work is praise and love. 

3 Blest are the souls who find a place 
Within the temple of Thy grace ; 
There they behold Thy gentler rays, 
And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise. 

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
To find the way to Zion's gate ; 

God is their strength, and through the road, 
They lean upon their helper, God. 

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 
Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; 

Till all before Thy face appear, 
And join in nobler worship there. 

2 that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 
As grateful incense, to the skies; 

And draw from heaven that sweet repose, 
Which none but he that feels it knows. 

3 This heavenly calm within the breast 
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
Which for the church of God remains, 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4 In holy duties let the day, 
In holy pleasures, pass away ; 
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end. 

Joseph Stennett 1712 


Isaac Watts 1719 


Another six days' work is done, 
Another Sabbath is begun : 
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
Improve the day thy God hath blest. 


Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell, 
By faith and love, in every breast; 

Then shall we know, and taste, and feel, 
The joys that cannot be expressed. 

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength ; 
Make our enlarged souls possess, 

And learn the height and breadth and length 
Of Thine unmeasurable grace. 

3 Now to the God whose power can do 
More than our thoughts or wishes know, 

Be everlasting honors done, 

By all the Church, through Christ, His Son. 

Isaac Watts 1709 

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Lord, we come before Thee now, 
At Thy feet we humbly bow ; 
do not our suit disdain, 
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain? 

2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend ; 
In compassion, now descend; 

Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace, 
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 

3 In Thine own appointed way, 
Now we seek Thee, here we stay: 
Lord, we know not how to go, 
Till a blessing Thou bestow. 



4 Send some message from Thy word, 
That may joy and peace afford; 

Let Thy Spirit now impart 
Full salvation to each heart. 

5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, 
Let the time of joy return; 

Those that are cast down lift up, 
Strong in faith, in love, and hope. 

6 Grant that those who seek may find 
Thee a God sincere and kind ; 

Heal the sick, the captive free, 
Let us all rejoice in Thee. 

William Hammond 1745 



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To Thy temple I repair, 
Lord, I love to worship there, 
"When within the veil I meet 
Christ before the mercy-seat. 

2 While Thy glorious praise is sung, 
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, 
That my joyful soul may bless 
Thee, the Lord my Righteousness. 

3 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
God of love, to mine attend ; 

Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads, 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 

4 While I hearken to Thy law, 
Fill my soul with humble awe, 
Till Thy gospel bring to me 
Life and immortality. 

5 While Thy ministers proclaim 
Peace and pardon in Thy Name, 
Through their voice, by faith, may I 
Hear Thee speaking from the sky. 

6 From Thy house when I return, 
May my heart within me burn; 
And at evening let me say, 

I have walked with God to-day. 

James Montgomery 1812 


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Let me live a life of faith, 
Let me die Thy people's death. 



Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
He Himself has bid thee pray, 
Therefore will not say thee nay. 

2 With my burden I begin : 
Lord, remove this load of sin; 
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
Set my conscience free from guilt. 

3 Lord, I come to Thee for rest, 
Take possession of my breast ; 

There Thy blood-bought right maintain 
And without a rival reign. 

4 While I am a pilgrim here, 
Let Thy love my spirit cheer ; 

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end. 



John Newton 1779 

On this day, the first of days, 
God the Father's name we praise ; 
Who, creation's Fount and Spring, 
Did the world from darkness bring. 

2 On this day the eternal Son 
Over death His triumph won j 
On this day the Spirit came 
With His gifts of living flame. 

3 that fervent love to-day 
May in every heart have sway, 
Teaching us to praise aright 
God, the Source of life and light ! 

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Hail! sacred day of earthly rest, From toil and trouble free ; Hail! day of light,thatbringest light Andjoyto me. 



Hail ! sacred day of earthly rest, 

From toil and trouble free ; 
Hail ! day of light, that bringest light 

And joy to me. 
2 A holy stillness, breathing calm 

On all the world around, 
Uplifts my soul, God, to Thee, 

Where rest is found. 

3 On all I think, or say, or do 
A ray of light divine 

Is shed, God, this day by Thee, 
For it is Thine. 

4 Accept, God, my hymn of praise, 
That Thou this day hast given ; 

Sweet foretaste of that endless day 
Of rest in heaven. 

Godfrey Thrinsj 1858 


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Praise the Lord, His glories show, 
Saints within His courts below, 
Angels round His throne above, 
All that see and share His love. 
Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth. 
Tell His wonders, sing His worth ; 
Age to age, and shore to shore, 
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore! 


2 Praise the Lord, His mercies trace ; 
Praise His providence and grace, 
All that He for man hath done, 
All He sends us through His Son : 
Strings and voices, hands and hearts, 
In the concert bear your parts; 
All that breathe, your Lord adore, 
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore! 

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With joy we lift our eyes 

To those bright realms above, 
That glorious temple in the skies, 

Where dwells eternal Love. 
2 Before Thy throne we bow, 

Thou almighty King; 
Here we present the solemn vow, 

And hymns of praise we sing, 




3 While in Thy house we kneel, 
With trust and holy fear, 

Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal, 
And lend a gracious ear. 

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, 
And tune our lips to sing; 

Nor from Thy presence cast away 
The sacrifice we bring. 

Thomas Jervis 1795 


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Day above all days the best, 

When our souls for heaven prepare j 
Day, when our Redeemer rose, 

Victor o'er the hosts of hell : 
Thus He vanquished all our foes ; 

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When we hear Thy holy word ; 
When we sing Thy praise and pray 

Earth can no such joys afford: 
But a better rest remains, 

Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days, 
Rest from sin, and rest from pains, 

Endless joys, and endless praise. 

William Brown 1822 

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Pleasant are Thy courts above, 
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King of glory, God of grace. 
2 Happy souls, their praises flow 
Even in this vale of woe ; 
Waters in the desert rise, 
Manna feeds them from the skies 

On they go from strength to strength, 
Till they reach Thy throne at length ; 
At Thy feet adoriug fall, 
Who hast led them safe through all. 
3 Lord be mine this prize to win ; 
Guide me through a world of sin ; 
Keep me by Thy saving grace; 
Give me at Thy side a place. 
Sun and Shield alike Thou art ; 
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Grace and glory flow from Thee, 
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Henry Francis Lyte 1834 


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More of Christ our souls within ; 
Love which, when its life was newer, 
Burnt within us deeper, truer — 
Lost too long, while we deplore them, 
Jesus, plead for! God, restore them! 

5 Homage of each humble heart 
Ere we from Thy house depart ; 
"Worship fervent, deep and high, 
Adoration, ecstasy; 

All that childlike love can render 
Of devotion true and tender — 
On Thine altar laid we leave them : 
Christ, present them ! God, receive them ! 

6 To the Father, and the Son, 
And the Spirit, Three in One, 
Though our mortal weakness raise 
Offerings of imperfect praise, 

Yet with hearts bowed down most lowly, 
Crying, Holy! Holy! Holy! 
On Thine altar laid we leave them ; 
Christ, present them ! God, receive them ! 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1871 

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Almighty Father, heaven and earth 

With lavish wealth before Thee bow ; 
Those treasures owe to Thee their birth, 

Creator, Ruler, Giver, Thou. 
2 The wealth of earth, of sky, of sea, 

The gold, the silver, sparkling gem, 
The waving corn, the bending tree, 

Are Thine: to us Thou lendest them. 


3 To Thee, as early morning's dew, 

Our praises, alms, and prayer shall rise ; 
As rose, when joyous earth was new, 
Faith's patriarchal sacrifice. 

4 We, Lord, would lay at Thy behest 
The costliest offerings on Thy shrine ; 

But when we give, and give our best, 
We only give Thee that is Thine. , 

Edward Arthur Dayman 1868 

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praise our God to-day, 

His constant mercy bless, 
Whose love hath helped us on our way, 

And granted us success. 

2 His arm the strength imparts 
Our daily toil to bear ; 

His grace alone inspires our hearts, 
Each other's load to share. 

3 happiest work below, 
Earnest of joy above, 

To sweeten many a cup of woe, 
By deeds of holy love ! 

4 Lord, may it be our choice 
This blessed rule to keep, 

" Rejoice with them that do rejoice, 
And weep with them that weep." 

Henry Williams Baker 1861 

We give Thee but Thine own, 
Whate'er the gift may be : 

All that we have is Thine alone, 
A trust, Lord, from Thee. 

2 May we Thy bounties thus 
As stewards true receive, 

And gladly as Thou blessest us, 
To Thee our first-fruits give. 

3 The captive to release, 
To God the lost to bring, 

To teach the way of life and peace, 
It is a Christ-like thing. 

4 And we believe Thy word, 
Though dim our faith may be, 

Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord, 
We do it unto Thee. 

William Walsham How 1 


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With Thy life-blood as the price, 
Never grudging for the lost ones 

That tremendous sacrifice. 
Wondrous honor hast Thou given 

To our humblest charity : 
In Thine own mysterious sentence, 

" Ye have done it unto Me." 

2 Yes : the sorrow and the suffering, 

Which on every hand we see, 
Channels are for tithes and offerings, 

Due by solemn right to Thee. 
Give us faith, to trust Thee boldly, 

Hope to stay our souls on Thee j 
But, best of all Thy graces, 

Give us Thine own charity. 

Eliza Sibbald Alderson i! 


J. P. Holbrook 

When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 
What were His works from day to day 
But miracles of power and grace, 
That spread salvation through our race ? 
2 Teach us, Lord, to keep in view 
Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue ; 
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done, 
Be witnessed by each rolling sun. 

3 That man may breathe, but never lives, 
Who much receives but nothing gives, 
Whom none can love, whom none can thank, 
Creation's blot, creation's blank. 

4 But he who marks from day to day, 
In generous acts his radiant way, 
Treads the same path his Saviour trod, 
The path to glory and to God. 

Thomas Gibbons 1784 

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"Who lived and died for men ; 

Teach us with Thee to sympathize, 
And be as Thou wast then. 

2 It was the glory of Thy heart, 
Whate'er Thou hadst to give ; 

For others' sufferings to impart, 
For others' good to live. 

3 Be Thou in us a living soul ; 
Be Thou our spirit's power ; 

Its secret thought, its life's control, 
To guide it every hour. 

4 We need like Thee a spirit true, 
A just and generous mind, 

Which seeks, in all it has to do, 
The good of all mankind. 

Thomas Cogswell Upham 1872 


Jesus, our Lord, how rich Thy grace ! 

Thy bounties how complete ! 
How shall we count the matchless sum ? 

How pay the mighty debt ? 

2 High on a throne of radiant light 
Dost Thou exalted shine; 

What can our poverty bestow, 
When all the worlds are Thine ? 

3 But Thou hast brethren here below, 
The partners of Thy grace, 

And wilt confess their humble names 
Before Thy Father's face. 

4 In them Thou mayst be clothed and fed, 
And visited and cheered ; 

And in their accents of distress 
Our Saviour's voice is heard. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 




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Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 

By lane and cell obscure, 
And let our treasures still be spent, 

Like His, upon the poor. 
2 Like Him, through scenes of deep distress, 

Who bore the world's sad weight, 
We, in their crowded loneliness, 

Would seek the desolate. 

3 For Thou hast placed us side by side 
In this wide world of ill ; 

And that Thy followers may be tried, 
The poor are with us still. 

4 Mean are all offerings we can make ; 
But Thou hast taught us, Lord, 

If given for the Saviour's sake, 
They lose not their reward. 

"William Crosswell 1831 


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O Lord of heaven and earth and sea, 
To Thee all praise and glory be : 
How shall we show our love to Thee, 
Who givest all ? 

2 The golden sunshine, vernal air, 
Sweet flowers and fruit Thy love declare: 
When harvests ripen, Thou art there, 

Who givest all. 

3 For peaceful homes, and healthful days, 
For all the blessings earth displays, 

We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, 
Who givest all. 

4 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, 
For means of grace and hopes of heaven, 
What can to Thee, Lord, be given, 

Who givest all ? 

5 We lose what on ourselves we spend j 
We have as treasure without end 
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, 

Who givest all. 

6 Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, 
Repaid a thousandfold will be ; 
Then gladly will we give to Thee, 

Who givest all. 

Christopher Wordsworth 1862 

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O God of mercy, God of might, 
In love and pity infinite, 
Teach us, as ever in Thy sight, 
To live our life to Thee. 

2 And Thou who cam'st on earth to die, 
That fallen man might live thereby, 

O hear us, for to Thee we cry, 
In hope, Lord, to Thee. 

3 Teach us the lesson Thou hast taught, 
To feel for those Thy blood hath bought ; 
That every word, and deed, and thought 

May work a work for Thee. 

4 For all are brethren, far and wide, 
Since Thou, Lord, for all hast died : 
Then teach us, whatsoe'er betide, 

To love them all in Thee. 

5 In sickness, sorrow, want, or care, 
Whate'er it be, 'tis ours to share ; 
May we, where help is needed,, there 

Give help as unto Thee. 

6 And may Thy Holy Spirit move 
All those who live, to live in love. 
Till Thou shalt greet in heaven above 

All those who give to Thee. 

Godfrey Thring 1870. 



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Father of our feeble race, 
Wise, beneficent, and kind ! 

Spread o'er nature's ample face, 
Flows Thy goodness unconfined. 

2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring, 
At Thine altars when we bow ? 

Grateful loving hearts, the spring 
Whence the kind affections flow: 


3 Willing hands to lead the blind, 
Bind the wounded, feed the poor 5 

Love, embracing all our kind ; 
Charity, with liberal store. 

4 Teach us, Thou heavenly King, 
Thus to show our grateful mind ; 

Thus the accepted offering bring, 
Love to Thee and all mankind. 

John Taylor 17c 


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Bending before Thee, let our hymn go upwards, 
Bright as the sunshine breaking from the darkness, 
Thee we implore to guard us on our journey, 
Lord God Almighty. 

2 Guard us in toil when fainting in the noonday, 
Guard us reposing under evening shadows, 
Guard us when midnight walks abroad in heaven, 

Lord God Almighty. 

3 If the dread foe assail us with temptation, 
Hear us, Lord, and save us from his danger, 
keep us pure, lead us to Thy presence, 

Lord God Almighty. 

4 Glory to Thee, Father Everlasting ! 
Glory to Thee, Son and Holy Spirit ! 

One in Three Persons, Infinite, Unchanging ! 
Lord God Almighty. 

John Coleridge 

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Saviour, again to Thy dear Name we raise, 
With one accord, our parting hymn of praise j 
We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease, 
Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. 

2 Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way ; 
With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day; 
Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame. 
That in this house have called upon Thy name. 

3 Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night, 
Turn Thou for us its darkness into light j 

From harm and danger keep Thy children free, 
For dark and light are both alike to Thee. 

4 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life, 
Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife; 
Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, 
Call us, Lord, to Thine eternal peace. 

John Ellertoii 1866 


A. H. Mann 


Now may He who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the sheep,Jesus Christ, our King and Head.All our souls in safety keep. 

Now may He who from the dead 
Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, 

Jesus Christ, our King and Head, 
All our souls in safety keep. 

2 May He teach us to fulfil 
What is pleasing in His sight ; 

Perfect us in all His will, 

And preserve us day and night. 

3 To that great Redeemer's praise, 
Who the covenant sealed with blood , 

Let our hearts and voices raise 
Loud thanksgivings to our God. 

John Newton 1779 


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Fall from the darkening sky, 
Upon the fragrance of the flowers 

The dews of evening lie; 
Before Thy throne, Lord of heaven ! 

We kneel at close of day j 
Look on Thy children from on high, 

And hear us while we pray. 

2 The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord, 

do not Thou despise, 
But let the incense of our prayers 

Before Thy mercy rise ; 
The brightness of the coming night 

Upon the darkness rolls ; 
With hopes of future glory chase 

The shadows of our souls. 

3 Slowly the rays of daylight fade j 
So fade within our heart 

The hopes in earthly love and joy, 

That one by one depart; 
Slowly the bright stars, one by one, 

Within the heavens shine: 
Give us, Lord, fresh hopes in heaven, 

And trust in things divine. 

4 Let peace, Lord ! Thy peace, God ! 
Upon our souls descend, 

From midnight fears, and perils, Thou 
Our trembling hearts defend : 

Give us a respite from our toil, 
Calm and subdue our woes ; 

Through the long day we suffer, Lord, 
give us now repose ! 

Adelaide Anne Procter 1858 


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The Lord be with us as we bend 

His blessing to receive ; 
His gift of peace upon us send, 

Before His courts we leave. 

2 The Lord be with us as we walk 
Along our homeward road ; 

In silent thought, or friendly talk, 
Our hearts be still with God. 

3 The Lord be with us till the night 
Shall close the day of rest ; 

Be He of every heart the Light, 
Of every home the Guest. 

4 The Lord be with us still, we pray, 
His nightly watch to keep ; 

Crown with His peace His own blest day, 
And guard His people's sleep. 

John Ellcrton 1872 

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Lord, at this closing hour, Es-tab-lish ev-ery heart Up-on Thy word of truth and power, To keeD us when we part. 

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Lord, at this closing hour, 

Establish every heart 
Upon Thy word of truth and power, 

To keep us when we part. 

2 Peace to our brethren give ; 
Fill all our hearts with love ; 

In faith and patience may we live, 
And seek our rest above. 

3 Through changes bright or drear, 
We would Thy will pursue ; 

And toil to spread Thy kingdom here, 
Till we its glory view. 

4 To God, the Only Wise, 
In every age adored, 

Let glory from the Church arise 
Through Jesus Christ our Lord. 

Eleazer Thompson Fitch 1845 


Our day of praise is done ; 

The evening shadows fall ; 
Yet pass not from us with the sun, 

True Light that lightenest all. 

2 Around the throne on high 
Where night can never be, 

The white-robed harpers of the sky 
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee. 

3 Too faint our anthems here ; 
Too soon of praise we tire ; 

But the strains how full and clear 
Of that eternal choir. 

4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will 
If Thou attune the heart, 

We in Thine angels' music still 
May bear our lower part. 

5 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, 
Each wayward thought reclaim, 

And make our daily life a psalm 
Of glory to Thy name. 

6 A little while, and then 
Shall come the glorious end ; 

And songs of angels and of men 
In perfect praise shall blend. 

John Ellerton 1867 


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By whom the harvest blessed ; [heaven, 

Whose word, like manna showered from 
Is planted in our breast j 


2 Though buried deep, or thinly sown, 
Do Thou Thy grace supply ; 

The hope in earthly furrows strown, 
Shall ripen in the sky. 

Reginald Heber iSz/ 


VESPER HYMN 8s, 7s, 7 

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Sav-iour, now the day is* end-ing, And the shades of eve-ning fall; 

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scending, Bring Thy mercy to us all. Set Thy seal on ev - ery heart, Je-sus! bless us ere we part. 

Saviour, now the day is ending, 
And the shades of evening fall ; 

Let Thy Holy Ghost, descending, 
Bring Thy mercy to us all. 

Set Thy seal on every heart, 

Jesus ! bless us ere we part. 

2 Bless the Gospel-message, spoken 
In Thine own appointed way j 

Give each longing soul a token 
Of Thy tender love to-day. 

PEACE 8s, 7s. 

3 Comfort those in pain and sorrow, 
Watch each sleeping child of Thine ; 

Let us all arise to-morrow 

Strengthened by Thy grace Divine ; 

4 Pardon Thou each deed unholy, 
Lord, forgive each sinful thought •. 

Make us contrite, pure, and lowly, 

By Thy great example taught : 
Set Thy seal on every heart, 
Jesus ! bless us ere we part. 

Sarah Doudney 1881 




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Maythe grace ofChrist, our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, .Rest up-on us from a-bove! 

May the grace of Christ, our Saviour, 

And the Father's boundless love, 
With the Holy Spirit's favor, 

Rest upon us from above ! 
2 Thus may we abide in union 

With each other, and the Lord ; 
And possess, in sweet communion, 

Joys which earth cannot afford. 

2 Fill our hearts with consolation ; 

Unto Thee our voices raise ; 
When we reach that blissful station, 

We will give Thee nobler praise. 


Robert Hawker 1774 


John Newton 1779 

Lord ! dismiss us with Thy blessing ; 

Bid us all depart in peace ; 
Still on gospel manna feeding, 

Pure seraphic joys increase. 

Lo, the day of rest declineth, 

Gather fast the shades of night ; 
May the Sun which ever shineth, 

Fill our souls with heavenly light! 
2 While Thine ear of love addressing 

Thus our parting hymn we sing, 
Father, grant Thine evening blessing, 

Fold us safe beneath Thy wing ! 

Chandler Kobbins 1845 

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Dwell, and never be dismayed. 

2 There no tumult can alarm thee, 
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; 

Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
In eternal safeguard there. 

3 From the sword, at noonday wasting, 
From the noisome pestilence, 

In the depth of midnight, blasting, 
God shall be thy sure defence. 

4 God shall charge His angel legions 
Watch and ward o'er thee to keep ; 

Though thou walk through hostile regions 
Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 

5 Since, with pure and firm affection, 
Thou on God hast set thy love, 

With the wings of His protection 
He will shield thee from above. 

6 Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, 
He will hearken, He will save; 

Here for grief reward thee double, 
Crown with life beyond the grave. 

James Montgomery 1822 

STOCKWELL 8s, 7s. 

E. Jones 

Gently, Lord, gently lead us, 
Pilgrims in this vale of tears, 

Through the trials yet decreed us, 
Till our last great change appears. 

2 When temptation's darts assail us, 
When in devious paths we stray, 

Let Thy goodness never fail us, 
Lead us in Thy perfect way. 

3 In the hour of pain and anguish, 

In the hour when death draws near, 
Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
Suffer not our souls to fear. 

4 And, when mortal life is ended, 
Bid us in Thine arms to rest, 

Till, by angel bands attended, 
We awake among the blest. 

Thomas Hastings 1 - y 


THEYDON 8s, 7s, 4. 

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Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, Thy love possessing, 

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Fill our hearts with joy and peace j 

Let us each, Thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace : 

refresh us, 
Traveling through this wilderness. 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
For Thy gospel's joyful sound: 

May the fruits of Thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound ; 

May Thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 

3 So, whene'er the signal's given, 
Us from earth to call away, 

Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
Glad the summons to obey, 

May we ever 
Reign with Christ in endless day. 

Till Thy glorious face we see : 

Then to praise Thee 
Through a bright eternity. 

2 Precious is Thy word of promise, 
Precious to Thy people here ; 

Never take Thy presence from us, 
Jesus, Saviour, still be near : 

Living, dying, 
May Thy name our spirits cheer. 

Thomas Kelly 1809 



John Fawcett 1774 

Keep us, Lord, keep us ever ; 

Vain our hope, if left by Thee ; 
We are Thine, leave us never 

GREENVILLE 8s, 7s, 4. 

God of our salvation, hear us ; 

Bless, bless us, ere we go ; 
When we join the world, be near us, 

Lest we cold and careless grow : 
Saviour, keep us, 

Keep us safe from every foe. 

2 As our steps are drawing nearer 
To the place we call our home, 

May our view of heaven grow clearer, 
Hope more bright of joys to come; 

And, when dying, 
May Thy presence cheer the gloom. 

Thomas Kelly 1809 

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Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go; 

Thy word into our minds instill ; 
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 

With lowly love and fervent will. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
gentle Jesus, be our Light. [night, 

2 The day is gone, its hours have run, 
And Thou hast taken count of all, 

The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 
The broken vow, the frequent fall. 

3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways 
True absolution and release ; 

And bless us, more than in past days, 
With purity and inward peace. 

4 Do more than pardon; give us joy, 
Sweet fear, and sober liberty, 

And simple hearts without alloy 
That only long to be like Thee. 

5 Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled ; 
And care is light, for Thou hast cared ; 

Ah ! never let our works be soiled 
With strife, or by deceit ensnared. 

6 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
The sinful, unto Thee we call; 

0, let Thy mercy make us glad : 

Thou art our Jesus, and our all. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
gentle Jesus, be our Light. [night, 

Frederic William Faber 1849 

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Book of grace, and book of glory ! 

Gift of God to age and youth, 
Wondrous is thy sacred story, 

Bright, bright with truth. 

2 Book of love ! in accents tender 
Speaking unto such as we ; 

May it lead us, Lord, to render 
All, all to Thee. 

3 Book of hope ! the spirit, sighing, 
Sweetest comfort finds in thee, 

As it hears the Saviour crying, 
" Come, come to me ! " 

Book of life, when we, reposing, 
Bid farewell to friends we love, 
Give us, for the life then closing, 
Life, life above. 

Thomas Mackellar 1843 


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And our footsteps guideth : 
Who its truth believeth 
Light and joy receiveth. 

2 When our foes are near us, 
Then Thy word doth cheer us, 
Word of consolation, 
Message of salvation. 

3 When the storms are o'er us, 
And dark clouds before us, 

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And our way protecteth. 

4 Word of mercy, giving 
Succor to the living ; 
Word of life, supplying 
Comfort to the dying! 

5 0, that we discerning 
Its most holy learning, 
Lord, may love and fear Thee, 
Evermore be near Thee. 

Henry Williams Baker 1861 


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That Thou to us hast given 
A light that shineth on our path, — 

A light from heaven : 

2 That Thou into the hearts of men 
Didst breathe Thy Breath Divine, 

And mad'st their lips the source from whence 
Flowed words of Thine : 

3 The words that speak of lives that live, 
And life beyond the grave, 

Of Him Who came that life to give, 
Those lives to save : 

4 Of Him Who lowly came as man, 
To come as man again 

On clouds of glory throned on high, 
As Judge of men. 

5 Who lived on earth, on earth who died 
To set His servants free, 

And left this message as their guide, 
"Remember Me." 

6 Then teach us humbly so to tread 
The path that Saviour trod, 

Till by His quickening spirit led, 
We meet our God. 

Godfrey Thring 1880 


The heavens declare Thy glory , Lord ; But when our eyes behold Thy word, 

In every star Thy wisdom shines ; We read Thy name in fairer lines. 

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The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord 
In every star Thy wisdom shines ; 

But when our eyes behold Thy word, 
We read Thy name in fairer lines. 

5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise, 

Bless the dark world with heavenly light ; 

Thy gospel makes the simple wise, 

Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right. 


Isaac Watts 1719 

2 The rolliug sun, the changing light, 

And nights and days. Thy power confess; pop, inthe gospel of His Son, 
But the blest volume Thou hast writ, 

Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace. 

3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey Thy praise 
Round the whole earth, and never stand : 

So when Thy truth began its race, 
It touched and glanced on every land. 

4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest 
Till through the world Thy truth has run : To read and mark Thy holy word ; 

Till Christ has all the nations blessed Its truth with meekness to receive, 

That see the light, or feel the sun. And by its holy precepts live. 

Benjamin Beddome 1787 Thomas Cotterill 1819 

Makes His eternal counsels known : 
Where love in all its glory shines, 
And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 

2 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes 
A brighter world beyond the skies ; 
Here shines the light which guides our way 
From earth to realms of endless day. 

3 grant us grace, Almighty Lord, 



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Majestic, like the sun ; 
It gives a light to every age, 

It gives, but borrows none. 
2 The hand that gave it, still supplies 

The gracious light and heat ; 
Its truths upon the nations rise, 

They rise, but never set. 


3 Let everlasting thanks be Thine, 
For such a bright display 

As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

4 My soul rejoices to pursue 
The steps of Him I love, 

Till glory breaks upon my view, 
In brighter worlds above. 

William Cowper 1772 

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Father of mercies, in Thy word What endless glo-ry shines ! For - ev - er be Thy name adored For these ce-les - tial lines. 


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Father of mercies, in Thy word 

What endless glory shines ! 
Forever be Thy name adored 

For these celestial lines. 

2 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
Spreads heavenly peace around ; 

And life and everlasting joys 
Attend the blissful sound. 

3 may these heavenly pages be 
My ever dear delight ; 

And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light. 

4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 
Be Thou forever near; 

Teach me to love Thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 

Anne Steele 1760 


Laxp of our feet, whereby we trace 
Our path when wont to stray; 

Stream from the fount of heavenly grace, 
Brook by the traveller's way ; 

2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, 
True manna from on high ; 

Our guide and chart, wherein we read 
Of realms beyond the sky ; 

3 Word of the Everlasting God, 
Will of His glorious Son ; 

Without Thee how could earth be trod, 
Or heaven itself be won 1 

4 Lord, grant us all aright to learn 
The wisdom it imparts; 

And to its heavenly teaching turn, 
With simple, child-like hearts. 

Bernard Barton 1827 


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Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 

To guide our souls to heaven. 

2 Its light, descending from above, 
Our gloomy world to cheer, 

Displays a Saviour's boundless love, 
And brings His glories near. 

3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, 
In this dark vale of tears j 

Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
And quells our rising fears. 

4 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
Of life, shall guide our way, 

Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 

John Fawcett 178s 


There is a book, who runs may read, 

Which heavenly truth imparts, 
And all the lore its scholars need, 

Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 
2 The works of God, above, below, 

Within us and around, 
Are pages in that book to show 

How God Himself is found. 

3 The glorious sky, embracing all, 
Is like the Maker's love, 

Wherewith encompassed, great and small 
In peace and order move. 

4 Thou who hast given me eyes to see 
And love this sight so fair, 

Give me a heart to find out Thee, 
And read Thee everywhere. 

John Keble 1827 


How shall the young secure their hearts, 
And guard their lives from sin ? 

Thy word the choicest rules imparts, 
To keep the conscience clean. 

2 When once it entei-s to the mind, 
It spreads such light abroad, 

The meanest souls instruction find, 
And raise their thoughts to God. 

3 Thy precepts make me truly wise : 
I hate the sinner's road ; 

I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, 
But love Thy law, my God. 

4 Thy word is everlasting truth; 
How pure is every page! 

That holy book shall guide our youth, 
And well support our age. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


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O Word of God incarnate, 

Wisdom from on high, 
Truth unchanged, unchanging, 

Light of our dark sky ; 
We praise Thee for the radiance 

That from the hallowed page, 
A lantern to our footsteps, 

Shines on from age to age. 

2 The Church from Thee, her Master, 

Received the gift divine ; 
And still that light she lifteth 

O'er all the earth to shine ; 
It is the golden casket 

Where gems of truth are stored; 
It is the heaven -drawn picture 

Of Thee, the living Word. 

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It shineth like a beacon 

Above the darkling world ; 
It is the chart and compass, 

That o'er life's surging sea, 
'Mid mists, and rocks, and quicksands, 

Still guide, Christ, to Thee. 

4 make Thy Church, dear Saviour, 
A lamp of burnished gold, 

To bear before the nations 

Thy true light, as of old. 
teach Thy wandering pilgrims 

By this their path to trace, 
Till, clouds and darkness ended, 

They see Thee face to face. 

William Walsham How 1867 


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Be-hold, the morning sun Be-gins his glorious way; His teams thro' all the nations run , And life and light con-vey. 









Behold, the morning sun 

Begins his glorious way ; 
His beams through all the nations run, 

And life and light convey. 

2 But where the Gospel comes, 

It spreads diviner light; 
It calls dead sinners from their tombs. 

And gives the blind their sight. 

3 How perfect is Tlry word, 
And all Thy judgments just; 

For ever sure Thy promise, Lord, 
And men securely trust. 

4 My gracious God, how plain 
Are Thy directions given : 

may I never read in vain, 
But find the path to heaven. 

Isaac Watts 17141 

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Repeats from hour to hour : 
Night unto night replying, 

Proclaims in every land, 
Lord, with voice undying 

The wonders of Thy hand. 

2 How perfect, just, and holy 

The precepts Thou hast given ; 
Still making wise the lowly, 

They lift the thoughts to heaven 
How pure, how soul-restoring 

Thy gospel's heavenly ray, 
A brighter radiance pouring 

Than noon of brightest day ! 

3 Thy statutes, Lord, with gladness 
Rejoice the humble heart; 

And guilty fear and sadness 
From contrite souls depart. 

Thy word hath richer treasure 
Than dwells within the mine, 

And sweetness beyond measure 
Attends Thy voice divine. 

4 All heaven on high rejoices 
To do its Maker's will ; 

The stars with solemn voices 
Resound Thy praises still : 

So let my whole behavior, 

Thoughts, words, and actions be, 

O Lord, my strength, my Saviour, 
One ceaseless song to Thee. 

Thomas Rawson Birks 


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Spread, spread, Thou mighty word, 
Spread the kingdom of the Lord, 
Wheresoe'er His breath has given 
Life to beings meant for heaven. 

2 Tell them how the Father's will 
Made the world, and keeps it still ; 
How He sent His Son to save 
All who help and comfort crave. 

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Lo, for Thee the nations long : 
Spread, till from its dreary night 

All the world awakes to light. 

4 Lord of harvest, let there be 
Joy and strength to work for Thee : 
Let the nations, far and near, 

See Thy light, and learn Thy fear. 

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Help us Thy name to sing, 

Help us to praise : 
Father, all-glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come, and reign over us, 

Ancient of days. 

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise ; 
Scatter our enemies, 

And make them fall : 
Let Thine almighty aid 
Our sure defence be made ; 
Our souls on Thee be stayed ; 

Lord, hear our call. 

3 Come, Thou Incarnate Word, 
Gird on Thy mighty sword, 

Our prayer attend : 
Come, and Thy people bless, 
And give Thy Word success; 
Spirit of holiness, 

On us descend. 

4 Come, Holy Comforter, 
Thy sacred witness bear 

In this glad hour : 
Thou who Almighty art, 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power. 

5 To the great One in Three 
Eternal praises be 

Hence evermore. 
His sovereign majesty 

May we in glory see, 
And to eternity 
Love and adore. 

Charles Wesley 1757 


Thou, Lord, art God alone, 
Veiling Thy burning throne 

From mortal sight : 
Yet Thou our Father art, 
From whose all-pitying heart, 
Nor life, nor death can part, 

Nor depth, nor height. 

2 We praise Thee, Holy One, 
The Father's only Son,— 

His image bright. 
Our Prophet, Priest, and King, 
Who dost redemption bring, 
Thy matchless grace we sing, 

Thy saving might. 

3 We praise Thee, Heavenly Guest, 
Thou great and last bequest, 

Of Love to man. 
O blessed Paraclete, 
Guide Thou our pilgrim feet, 
Till glory shall complete 

What grace began. 

4 We praise Thee, Father, Son, 
And Spirit, Three in One,— 

God of all grace ! 
Angels and Cherubim, 
With naming Seraphim, 
Thy Name, thrice holy, hymn 

With veiled face. 

Edward A. Collier 1890 


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Through seas dry-shod; through weary wastes 
bewildering ; 
To Thee, in reverent love, our hearts are 

2 Holy Jesus, Prince of Peace and Sav- 
To Thee, we owe the peace that still pre- 
Stilling the rude wills of men's wild behavior, 
And calming passion's fierce and stormy 

3 Holy Ghost, the Lord and the Life- 

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From Thee have flowed, as from a pleasant 

Our plenty, wealth, prosperity and peace. 

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2 For life and love, for rest and food, 5 For life below > with a11 its bIi ss, 

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For all our comforts here, 
And better hopes above : 
He sent His own eternal Son 
To die for sins that we had done. 

2 To God the Son belongs 

Immortal glory too ; 
Who bought us with His Blood 
From everlasting woe : 
And now He lives and now He reigns, 
And sees the fruit of all His pains. 

3 To God the Spirit's name 
Immortal worship give, 

Whose new-creating power 
Makes the dead sinner live : 
His work completes the great design, 
And fills the soul with joy divine. 

4 Almighty God, to Thee 
Be endless houors done, 

The undivided Three, 

The great and glorious One : 
Where reason fails, with all her powers, 
There faith prevails and love adores. 


L. M. 

Eternal Father, when to Thee, 
Beyond all worlds, by faith I soar, 

Before Thy boundless majesty 
I stand in silence, and adore. 

2 But, Saviour, Thou art by my side : 
Thy voice I hear, Thy face I see, 

Thou art my friend, my daily guide; 
God over all, yet God with me. 

3 And Thou, Great Spirit, in my heart 
Dost make Thy temple day by day: 

The Holy Ghost of God Thou art, 
Yet dwellest in this house of clay. 

4 Blest Trinity, in whom alone 
All things created move or rest, 

High in the heavens Thou hast Thy throne, 
Thou hast Thy throne within my breast. 

Hervey Doddridge Ganse 1872 


L. M. 

Father of heaven, whose love profound 
A ransom for our souls hath found, 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend : 
To us Thy pardoning love extend. 

2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, 
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend: 
To us Thy saving grace extend. 

3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath 
The soul is raised from sin and death, 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend : 
To us Thy quickening power extend. 

4 Jehovah, — Father, Spirit, Son, — 
Mysterious Godhead, Three in One, 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend: 
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. 

Edward Cooper 1803 


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Glory be to God the Father, 

Glory be to God the Son, 
Glory be to God the Spirit, 

Great Jehovah, Three in One : 
Glory, glory, 

While eternal ages run ! 

2 Glory be to Him who loved us, 
Washed us from each spot and stain 

Glory be to Him who bought us, 
Made us kings with Him to reign : 

Glory, glory, 
To the Lamb that once was slain ! 

3 Glory to the King of angels, 
Glory to the Church's King, 

Glory to the King of nations, 
Heaven and earth, your praises bring : 

Glory, glory, 
To the King of glory bring ! 

4 Glory, blessing, praise eternal! 
Thus the choir of angels sings ; 

Honor, riches, power, dominion ! 
Thus its praise creation brings : 

Glory, glory, 
Glory to the King of kings. 

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Let us in Thy name be joined ; 
Each to each unite and bless; 
Keep us still in perfect peace. 




3 Heavenly, all-alluring Dove, 
Shed Thine overshadowing love, 
Love, the sealing grace, impart, 
Dwell within our single heart. 

4 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Be to us what Adam lost: 

Let us in Thine image rise ; 
Give us back our Paradise. 

Charles Wesley '749 

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Sweet the time, exceeding sweet, 
When the saints together meet ; 
When the Saviour is the theme, 
When they join to sing of Him. 

2 Sing we then eternal love, 
Such as did the Father move: 
He beheld the world undone, 
Loved the world, and gave His Son. 

3 Sing the Son's amazing love : 
How He left the realms above, 

Took our nature and our place, 
Lived and died to save our race. 

4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love : 
With our wretched hearts He strove, 
Took the things of Christ, and showed 
How to reach His blest abode. 

5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet, 
Where the saints in glory meet ; 
Where the Saviour's still the theme, 
Where they see, and sing of Him. 

George Burder 1779 


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Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

God of Hosts, eternal King, 

By the heavens and earth adored ; 
Angels and Archangels sing, 

Chanting everlastingly, 
To the Blessed Trinity. 

2 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand. 
Spirits blest, before the throne, 

Speeding thence at Thy command, 
And, when Thy commands are done, 

Singing everlastingly 
To the Blessed Trinity. 

3 Cherubim and Seraphim 

Veil their faces with their wings, 
Eyes of angels are too dim 

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To behold the King of kings, 
While they sing eternally 
To the Blessed Trinity. 

4 Thee apostles, prophets Thee, 
Thee the noble martyr band, 

Praise with solemn jubilee, 
Thee, the Church in every land, 

Singing everlastingly 
To the Blessed Trinity. 

5 Hallelujah ! Lord, to Thee, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 

Godhead One, and Persons Three; 

Join with us the heavenly host, 
Singing everlastingly 

To the Blessed Trinity. 

Christopher AVordsworth 1862 

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Three in One, and One in Three, 
Ruler of the earth and sea, 
Hear us, while we lift to Thee 
Holy chant and psalm. 

2 Light of lights, with morning shine : 
Lift on us Thy light divine; 
And let charity benign 

Breathe on us her balm. 

3 Light of lights, when falls the even, 
Let it close on sin forgiven; 

Fold us in the peace of heaven, 
Shed a holy calm. 

4 Three in One, and One in Three, 
Dimly here we worship Thee : 
With the saints hereafter we 

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Holy, holy, holy Lord 

God of hosts ! When heaven and earth 
Oat of darkness, at Thy word, 

Issued into glorious birth, 
All Thy works before Thee stood, 
And Thine eye beheld them good, 
While they sang with sweet accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

2 Holy, holy, holy ! All 

Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, 
When the ransomed nations fall 

At the footstool of their King : 
Then shall saints and seraphim, 
Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, 
Round the throne with full accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

James Montgomery 1836 

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From the vast and veil-ed throng, Round theFather'sheav'nly throne,Swellstheev-er-last-ing song: Glo-rybe to God a-lone! 




Round Immanuel's cross of pain Mor-tal men, in tribes unknown, Sing to Him who once was slain: Glo-rybe to God a 

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From the vast and veiled throng, 

Round the Father's heavenly throne, 
Swells the everlasting song: 

Glory be to God alone ! 
Round Immanuel's cross of pain 

Mortal men, in tribes unknown, 
Sing to Him who once was slain : 

Glory be to God alone ! 

2 Blend, ye raptured songs, in one, 

Men redeemed, your Father own; 
Angels, worship ye the Son : 

Glory be to God alone! 
Spirit, \is within Thy light, 

Streaming far from cross and throne, 
Earth and heaven their songs unite : 

Glory be to God alone ! 

Hervey Doddridge Ganse 187* 

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The God of Abraham praise, 
Who reigns enthroned above ; 

Ancient of everlasting days, 
And God of love : 

Jehovah, Great I Am : 

By earth and heaven confessed : 

1 bow and bless the sacred name, 
For ever blest. 

2 The God of Abraham praise, 
At whose supreme command 

From earth I rise, and seek the joys 
At His right hand : 

I all on earth forsake, 

Its wisdom, fame, and power; 
And Him my only portion make 

My shield and tower. 

3 He by Himself hath sworn, 

I on His oath depend; 
I shall on eagle's wings upborne 

To heaven ascend ; 
I shall behold His face, 

I shall His power adore, 
And sing the wonders of His grace 

For evermore. 

Thomas Olivers 1770 

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The Lord Jehovah reigns ; 

His throne is built on high ; 
The garments He assumes 

Are light and majesty; 
His glories shine with beams so bright 
No mortal eye can bear the sight. 

2 The thunders of His hand 
Keep the wide world in awe j 

His wrath and justice stand 

To guard His holy law ; 
And where His love resolves to bless, 
His truth confirms and seals the grace. 

3 And can this mighty King 
Of glory condescend ? 

And will He write His name, 
My Father and my Friend? 
I love His name, I love His word; 
Join all my powers, and praise the Lord ! 

Isaac Watts 1709 


The Lord Jehovah lives, 

And blessed be my Rock ! 
Though earth her bosom heaves 

And mountains feel the shock, 
Though oceans rage and torrents roar, 
He is the same for evermore. 

2 The Lord Jehovah lives, 
The dying sinner's Friend; 

How freely He forgives 

The follies that offend ! 
He wipes the penitential tear, 
Bids faith and hope the spirit cheer. 

3 The Lord Jehovah lives 

To hear and answer prayer ; 
Whoe'er in Him believes 

And trusts His guardian care, 
A Father's tender love shall know, 
Whence living streams of comfort flow. 

Thomas Hastings 1847 

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God is love ; that anthem olden 
Sing the glorious orbs of light, 

In their language glad and golden 
Telling to us day and night 

Their great story, 
God is love, and God is might! 

2 And the teeming earth rejoices 
In that message from above, 

With ten thousand thousand voices, 
Telling back from hill and grove 

Her glad story, 
God is might, and God is love ! 

3 Through these anthems of creation, 
Struggling up with gentle strife, 

Christian songs of Christ's salvation, 
To the world with blessings rife, 

Tell their story, 
God is love, and God is life ! 

4 Up to Him let each affection 
Daily rise, and round Him move : 

Our whole lives one resurrection 
To the life of life above; 

Our glad story 
God is life, and God is love ! 

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Angel voices, ever singing 

Round Thy throne of light — 
Angel harps, for ever ringing, 

Rest not day nor night ; 
Thousands onty live to bless Thee 

And confess Thee, Lord of might ! 
2 Thou, who art beyond the farthest 

Mortal eye can scan, 
Can it be that Thou regardest 




Songs of sinful man ? 
Can we feel that Thou art near us 

And wilt hear us? Yea, we can. 
3 Here, Great God, to-day we offer 

Of Thine own to Thee; 
And for Thine acceptance proffer, 

All unworthily, 
Hearts and minds, and hands and voices, 

In our choicest melody. 

Francis Pott 1871 

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With heart and hands and voices, 
Who wondrous things hath done, 

In whom this world rejoices; 
W ho from our mother's arms 

Hath blessed us on our way 
With countless gifts of love, 

And stili is ours to-day. 


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Through all our life be near us, 
With ever joyful hearts 

And blessed peace to cheer us ; 
And keep us in His grace, 

And guide us when perplexed, 
And free us from all ills 

In this world and the noxt. 

Martin Rinkart 1644 Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1858 


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God the Lord a King remaineth, 
Robed in His own glorious light ! 

God hath robed Him, and He reigneth! 
He hath girded Him with might ! 

Hallelujah ! 
God is King in depth and height ! 

2 In her everlasting station 

Earth is poised to swerve no more ! 
Thou hast laid Thy throne's foundation, 
From all time where thought can soar, 

Lord, Thou art for evermore ! 

3 Lord, the water-floods have lifted, 
Ocean-floods have lift their roar ! 

Now they pause where they have drifted, 

Now they burst upon the shore. 

For the ocean's sounding store ! 

4 With all tones of waters blending, 
Glorious is the breaking deep! 

Glorious, beauteous, without ending, 
God who reigns on Heaven's high steep ! 

Hallelujah ! 
Songs of ocean never sleep. 

5 Lord, the words Thy lips are telling, 
Are the perfect verity ; 

Of Thine high eternal dwelling 
Holiness shall inmate be ! 

Hallelujah ! 
Pure is all that lives with Thee ! 

John Keble 1836 

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God the Lord a King remaineth, Robed in His own glorious light! God hath robed Him, and He reigneth! 




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The God of love my Shepherd is, 
My gracious, constant Guide ; 

1 shall not want, for I am His: 

In all supplied. 

2 In His green pastures do I feed, 
And there lie down at will ; 

He leads me in my thirsty need 
By waters still. 

3 His tenderness restores my soul, 
When sick and faint I roam ; 

Shows the right path and makes me whole, 
Bearing- me home. 

4 Yea ! the dark valley when I tread 
No evil will I fear; 

Thy rod and staff dispel my dread ; 
I feel Thee near. 

5 Thou spread'st my table 'mid my foes ; 
The oil of grace is mine ; 

My cup with mercy overflows 
And love divine. 

6 Goodness and mercy all my days 
My constant song shall be, 

Till heavenly anthems fill with praise 

George Rawson 1852 





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The King of love my Shepherd is, 
Whose goodness f aileth never ; 

1 nothing lack if I am His, 
And He is mine forever. 

2 Where streams of living water flow, 
My ransomed soul He leadeth, 

And, where the verdant pastures grow, 
With food celestial feedeth. 

3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, 
But yet in love He sought me, 

And on His shoulder gently laid, 
And home, rejoicing, brought me. 

4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill 
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me ; 

Thy rod and staff my comfort still, 
Thy cross before to guide me. 

5 And so through all the length of days, 
Thy goodness faileth never ; 

Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise 
Within Thy house forever. 

Henry Williams Baker 1868 


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Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven ; 

To His feet thy tribute bring: 
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, 

Evermore His praises sing; 
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 

Praise the everlasting King. 
2 Praise Him for His grace and favor 

To our fathers in distress ; 
Praise Him, still the same for ever, 

Slow to chide, and swift to bless j 
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 

Glorious in His faithfulness. 


3 Father-like He tends and spares us, 
Well our feeble frame He knows ; 

In His hands He gently bears us, 
Rescues us from all our foes j 

Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
Widely yet His mercy flows. 

4 Angels in the height, adore Him ; 
Ye behold Him face to face j 

Saints triumphant, bow before Him, 
Gathered in from every race : 

Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
Praise with us the God of grace. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 

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Heaven and earth, and sea and air, 
Still their Maker's praise declare j 
Thou, my soul, as loudly sing, 
To thy God thy praises bring. 

2 See the sun his power awakes, 
As through clouds his glory breaks ; 
See the moon and stars of light 
Praising God in stillest night. 

3 See how God this rolling globe 
Swathes with beauty like a robe ; 
Forests, fields, and living things 
Each its Maker's glory sings. 

4 Through the air Thy praises meet, 
Birds are singing clear and sweet; 
Fire and storm and wind, Thy will 
As Thy ministers fulfil. 

5 Ocean waves Thy glory tell, 

At Thy touch they sink and swell; 
From the well-spring to the sea, 
Rivers murmur, Lord, of Thee. 

6 Ah, my God, what wonders lie 
Hid in Thine infinity ! 

Stamp upon my inmost heart 
What I am, and what Thou art. 

Joachim Neander 

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bless the Lord, my soul, 

Let all within me join, 
And aid my tongue to bless His name, 

Whose favors are divine. 

2 bless the Lord, my soul, 
Nor let His mercies lie 

Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
And without praises die. 

3 'Tis He forgives thy sins, 
'Tis He relieves thy pain, 

'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses, 
And makes thee young again. 

4 He crowns thy life with love, 
When ransomed from the grave ; 

He that redeemed my soul from hell, 
Hath sovereign power to save. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


Come, sound His praise abroad, 
And hymns of glory sing: 

Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
The universal King. 

2 He formed the deeps unknown, 
He gave the seas their bound ; 

The watery worlds are all His own, 
And all the solid ground. 

3 Come, worship at His throne, 
Come, bow before the Lord, 

We are His work, and not our own ; 
He formed us by His word. 

4 To-day attend His voice, 
Nor dare provoke His rod : 

Come, like the people of His choice, 
And own your gracious God. 

Isaac Watts 1719 




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Stand up, and bless the Lord, 

Ye people of His choice : 
Stand up and bless the Lord, your God, 

With heart, and soul, and voice. 
2 for the living flame, 

From His own altar brought, 
To touch our lips, our minds inspire, 

And wing to heaven our thought. 

3 God is our strength and song, 
And His salvation ours ; 

Then be His love in Christ proclaimed 
With all our ransomed powers. 

4 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 
The Lord your God adore; 

Stand up, and bless His glorious name, 
Henceforth for evermore. 

James Montgomery 1825 

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Sound aloud Jehovah's praises, 
Tell abroad the awful Name ; 

Heaven the ceaseless anthem raises, 
Let the earth her God proclaim : 

God, the hope of every nation, 

God, the source of consolation, 
Holy, blessed Trinity ! 

2 This the Name from ancient ages 
Hidden in its dazzling light ; 

This the Name that kings and sages 
Pray'd and strove to know aright, 

Through God's wondrous Incarnation 

Now revealed the world's salvation, 
Ever blessed Trinity ! 

3 Into this great Name and holy, 
We all tribes and tongues baptize ; 

Thus the Highest owns the lowly, 

Homeward, heavenward, bids them rise ; 
Gathers them from every nation, 
Bids them join in adoration 
Of the blessed Trinity ! 

4 In this Name the heart rejoices, 
Pouring forth its secret prayer: 

In this Name we lift our voices, 
And our common faith declare ; 

Off'ring humble supplication, 

Thanks, and praise, and veneration 
To the blessed Trinity ! 

Henry Arthur Martin 


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My soul, repeat His praise 
Whose mercies are so great ; 

Whose anger is so slow to rise, 
So ready to abate. 

2 God will not always chide ; 

And when His strokes are felt, 
His strokes are fewer than our crimes, 

And lighter than our guilt. 

3 High as the heavens are raised 
Above the ground we tread. 

So far the riches of His grace 
Our highest thoughts exceed. 

4 His power subdues our sins, 
And His forgiving love, 

Far as the east is from the west, 
Doth all our guilt remove. 

Isaac Watts 

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While Thee I seek, protecting Power! 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
And may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled. 
Thy love the power of thought bestowed; 

To Thee my thoughts would soar: 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; 

That mercy I adore. 

2 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul more dear 

Because conferred bv Thee. 

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In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise t 

Or seek relief in prayer. 

3 When gladness wings my favored hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 

My soul shall meet Thy will. 
My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The gathering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear; 

That heart will rest on Thee. 

Helen Maria Williams 1786 


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My God, I thank Thee, who hast made 

The earth so bright; 
So full of splendor and of joy, 

Beauty and light; 
So many glorious things are here, 

Noble and right. 

2 I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made 

Joy to abound; 
So many gentle thoughts and deeds 

Circling us round ; 
That in the darkest spot of earth 

Some love is found. 

3 I thank Thee more that all our joy 

Is touched with pain ; 
That shadows fall on brightest hours, 

That thorns remain ; 
So that earth's bliss may be our guide, 
And not our chain. 

4 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept 

The best in store ; 
We have enough, yet not too much, 

To long for more ; 
A yearning for a deeper peace 

Not known before. 

5 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls 

Though amply blest, 
Can never find, although they seek, 

A perfect rest; 
Nor ever shall, until they lean 

On Jesus' breast. 

Adelaide Anne Procter 1858 

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When all Thy -mercies, my God, 

My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 

In wonder, love, and praise. 

2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul 
Thy tender care bestowed, 

Before my infant heart conceived 
From whom those comforts flowed. 

3 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou 
With health renewed my face : 

And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, 
Revived my soul with grace. 

4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
My daily thanks employ; 

Nor is the least a cheerful heart 
That tastes those gifts with joy. 

5 Through every period of my life 
Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 

And after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew, 

6 Through all eternity to Thee 
A joyful song I'll raise ; 

But 0, eternity's too short 
To utter all Thy praise. 

Joseph Addison 17x2 


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God, our help in a-gespast, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our e-ter-nalhome: 



God, our help in ages past, 
Our hope for years to come, 

Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
And our eternal home : 

2 Before the hills in order stood, 
Or earth received her frame, 

From everlasting Thou art God, 
To endless years the same. 

3 A thousand ages in Thy sight 
Are like an evening gone; 

Short as the watch that ends the night 
Before the rising sun. 

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
Bears all its sons away ; 

They fly forgotten, as a dream 
Dies at the opening day. 

5 God, our help in ages past, 
Our hope for years to come, 

Be Thou our guard while troubles last, 
And our eternal home. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


My God, how wonderful Thou art, 

Thy majesty how bright, 
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat 

In depths of burning light. 

2 how I fear Thee, Living God, 
With deepest, tenderest fears, 

And worship Thee with trembling hope, 
And penitential tears. 

3 Yet I may love Thee too, Lord, 
Almighty as Thou art ; 

For Thou hast stooped to ask of me 
The love of my poor heart. 

4 No earthly father loves like Thee, 
No mother, half so mild, 

Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done, 
With me, Thy sinful child. 

5 Father of Jesus, love's reward, 
What rapture will it be, 

Prostrate before Thy throne to lie, 
And gaze, and gaze on Thee. 

Frederic William Faber 1849 


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O Lord, how good, how great art Thou, 
In heaven and earth the same 5 

There angels at Thy footstool bow, 
Here babes Thy grace proclaim. 

2 When glorious in the nightly sky 

Thy moon and stars I see, 
0, what is man, I wondering cry, 

To be so loved by Thee. 






3 Close to Thine own bright seraphim 
His favored path is trod ; 

And all beside are serving him, 
That he may serve his God. 

4 Lord, how good, how great art Thou, 
In heaven and earth the same : 

There angels at Thy footstool bow, 
Here babes Thy grace proclaim. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 

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Great God, how infinite art Thou, What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee. 

Great God, how infinite art Thou, 
What worthless worms are we ! 

Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to Thee. 

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
Ere seas or stars were made ; 

Thou art the ever-living God, 
Were all the nations dead. 

3 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, 
And vexed with trifling cares ; 

While Thine eternal thought moves on 
Thine undisturbed affairs. 

4 Great God, how infinite art Thou, 
What worthless worms are we ! 

Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to Thee. 

Isaac Watts 1709 

In all my vasts concerns with Thee, 

In vain my soul would try 
To shun Thy presence, Lord, or flee 

The notice of Thine eye. 

2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys 
My rising and my rest, 

My public walks, my private ways, 
And secrets of my breast. 

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
Before they're formed within ; 

And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
He knows the sense I mean. 

4 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 
Are both alike to Thee : 

may I ne'er provoke that power 
From which I cannot flee. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


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God moves in a mysterious way 

His wonders to perform ; 
He plants His footsteps in the sea, 

And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
Of never-failing skill. 

He treasures up His bright designs, 
And works His sovereign will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; 
The clouds ye so much dread 

Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on vour head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
But trust Him for His grace ; 

Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a smiliug face. 

5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
L'nfolding every hour; 

The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
And scan His work in vain : 

God is His own Interpreter, 
And He will make it plain. 

William Co.s-per 1772 


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Loud, and more loud, the anthem raise With grateful ardor fired. 

Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired ; Loud, and more loud, the anthem raise With grateful ardor fired. 



Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
Whose breath our souls inspired ; 

Loud, and more loud, the anthem raise 
With grateful ardor fired. 

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
Whose goodness, passing thought, 

Loads every moment, as it flies, 
With benefits unsought. 

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
From whom salvation flows, 

Who sent His Son, our souls to save 
From everlasting woes. 

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
For hope's transporting ray, 

Which lightSjthrough darkest shades of death, 
To realms of endless day. 

Ralph Warrtlaw 1803 



Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, 
And speak some boundless thing ; 

The mighty works, or mightier name 
Of our eternal King. 

2 Tell of His wondrous faithfulness, 
And sound His power abroad ; 

Sing the sweet promise of His grace, 
The love and truth of God. 

3 His very word of grace is strong, 
As that which built the skies; 

The voice that rolls the stars along, 
Speaks all the promises. 

4 Oh, might I hear Thy heavenly tongue 
But whisper, " Thou art mine ! " 

Those gentle words should raise my song 
To notes almost divine. 

Isaac Watts 1707 

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With songs and honors sounding loud, 

Address the Lord on high : 
Over the heavens He spreads His cloud, 

And waters veil the sky. 

2 He sends His showers of blessings down, 
To cheer the plains below ; 

He makes the grass the mountains crown, 
And corn in valleys grow. 

3 His steady counsels change the face 
Of the declining year; 

He bids the sun cut short His race, 
And wintry days appear. 

4 His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, 
Descend and clothe the ground ; 

The liquid streams forbear to flow 
In icy fetters bound. 

5 He sends His word and melts the snow, 
The fields no longer mourn ; 

He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
And bids the spring return. 

6 The changing wind, the flying cloud, 
Obey His mighty word : 

With songs and honors sounding loud-, 
Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


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That made the mountains rise, 

That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies. 

1 sing the wisdom that ordained 

The sun to rule the day ; 
The moon shines full at His command, 
And all the stars obey. 

2 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 
That filled the earth with food ; 

He formed the creatures with His word, 
And then pronounced them good. 

There's not a plant or flower below 
But makes Thy glories known ; 

And clouds arise and tempests blow 
By order from Thy throne. 

3 Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed 
Where'er I tarn mine eye, 

If I survey the ground I tread, 

Or gaze upon the sky. 
Creatures, as numerous as they be, 

Are subject to Thy care ; 
There's not a place where we can flee 

But God is present there. 

Isaac Watts 1715 

God, we praise Thee, and confess, 

That Thou the only Lord 
And everlasting Father art, 

By all the earth adored. 
To Thee all angels cry aloud ; 

To Thee the powers on high, 
Both Cherubim and Seraphim, 

Continually do cry: 

2 O holy, holy, holy Lord, 
Whom heavenly hosts obey, 

The world is with the glory filled 

Of Thy majestic sway. 
The apostles' glorious company, 

And prophets crowned with light, 
With all the martyrs' noble host, 

Thy constant praise recite. 

3 The holy Church throughout the world, 
Lord, confesses Thee, 

That Thou th' eternal Father art, 

Of boundless majesty. 
Thy honored, true, and only Son, 

And Holy Ghost, the Spring 
Of never ceasing joy ; Christ, 

Of glory Thou art King. 

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Lord God of hosts, by all adored ! 
Thy name we praise with one accord ; 
The earth and heavens are full of Thee, 
Thy light, Thy love, Thy majesty. 

2 Loud hallelujahs to Thy name 
Angels and seraphim proclaim; 
Eternal praise to Thee is given 

By all the powers and thrones in heaven. 

3 The apostles join the glorious throng ; 
The prophets aid to swell the song; 


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Of martyrs make of Thee their boast. 

4 The holy Church in every place 
Throughout the world exalts thy praise ; 
Both heaven and earth do worship Thee, 
Thou Father of eternity ! 

5 From day to day, Lord, do we 
Highly exalt and honor Thee j 
Thy name we worship and adore, 
World without end, for evermore. 

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High in the heavens, eternal God, 
Thy goodness in full glory shines; 

Thy truth shall break through every cloud 
That veils and darkens Thy designs. 

2 Forever firm Thy justice stands, 
As mountains their foundations keep ; 

Wise are the wonders of Thy hands ; 
Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 

3 My God, how excellent Thy grace, 
Whence all our hope and comfort springs. 

The sons of Adam in distress 
Fly to the shadow of Thy wings. 

4 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 
Springs from the presence of my Lord, 

And in Thy light our souls shall see 
The glories promised in Thy word. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


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J. Naylor 



come, loud anthems let us sing, 
Loud thanks to our Almighty King; 
For we our voices high should raise, 
When our salvation's Rock we praise. 

2 Into His presence let us haste, 
To thank Him for His favors past ; 
To Him address, in joyful songs, 
The praise that to His Name belongs. 

3 let us to His courts repair, 
And bow with adoration there ; 
Down on our knees devoutly all 
Before the Lord our Maker fall. 

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Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion waits ; 
Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; 

All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, 
And find, through Christ, salvation there. 

2 Our spirits faint ; our sins prevail ; 
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail ; 
Thou that hearest prayer, descend, 
And still be found the sinner's Friend. 

3 How blest Thy saints, how safely led, 
How surely kept, how richly fed : 
Saviour of all in earth and sea, 

How happy they who rest in Thee. 

4 Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour ; 
The moral waste within restore j 

let Thy love our spring-tide be, 
And make us all bear fruit to Thee. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 


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Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; 

Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
He can create, and He destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
Made us of claj T , and formed us men ; 

And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, 
He brought us to His fold again. 

3 "We are His people, we His care, 
Our souls and all our mortal frame : 

What lasting honors shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to Thy name? 

4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, 
High as the heavens our voices raise ; 

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 

5 Wide as the world is Thy command, 
Vast as eternity Thy love ; 

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 

Isaac Watts 1719 John Wesley 1741 


From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise : 
Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue. 
2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord ; 
Eternal truth attends Thy word ; 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

Isaac Watts 



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Lord of all being, throned afar, 
Thy glory flames from, sun and star; 
Centre and soul of every sphere, 
Yet to each loving heart how near. 

2 Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray 
Sheds on our path the glow of day ; 
Star of our hope, Thy softened light 
Cheers the long watches of the night. 

3 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn ; 
Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn ; 

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Our rainbow arch Thy mercy's sign ; 
All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine. 

4 Lord of all life, below, above, 

Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love> 
Before Thy ever-blazing throne 
We ask no lustre of our own. 

5 Grant us Thy truth to make us free, 
And kindling hearts that burn for Thee, 
Till all Thy living altars claim 

One holy light, one heavenly flame. 

Oliver Wend ;ll Holmes 1848 


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The spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim. 

2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's power display, 

And publishes to every land 
The work of an Almighty Hand. 

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth ; 

4 While all the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

5 What though in solemn silence all 
Move round the dark terrestial ball ? 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amid their radiant orbs be found? 

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
A nd utter forth a glorious voice ; 
For ever singing, as they shine, 

" The Hand that made us is divine." 

Joseph Addison 1712 

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render thanks to God above, 
The fountain of eternal love, 
Whose mercy firm through ages past 
Has stood, and shall forever last. 

2 Who can His mighty deeds express, 
Not only vast but numberless? 
What mortal eloquence can raise 
His tribute of immortal praise? 

3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, 
Thou to Thy chosen dost afford ; 
When Thou return'st to set them free, 
Let Thy salvation visit me. 

4 may I worthy prove to see 
Thy saints in full prosperity, 
That I the joyful choir may join, 
And count Thy people's triumph mine. 

Tate and Brady 1696 


The Lord is King : lift up thy voice, 
earth, and all ye heavens rejoice : 
From world to world the joy shall ring, 
The Lord Omnipotent is King. 

2 The Lord is King: who then shall dare 
Resist His will, distrust His care, 

Or murmur at His wise decrees, 
Or doubt His royal promises ? 

3 The Lord is King : child of the dust, 
The Judge of all the earth is just; 
Holy and true are all His ways : 

Let every creature speak His praise. 

4 when His wisdom can mistake, 
His might decay, His love forsake, 
Then may His children cease to sing, 
The Lord Omnipotent is King. 

Josiah Conder 1824 


E. H. Mehul 

Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; 
Crown Him, ye nations, in your song; 
His wondrous names and powers rehearse ; 
His honors shall enrich your verse. 

2 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms ; 
How terrible is God in arms ! 

In Israel are His mercies known, 
Israel is His peculiar throne. 

3 Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest ; 
He's your defence, your joy, your rest; 
When terrors rise, and nations faint, 

God is the strength of every saint. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


Lo, God is here, let us adore, 

And own how dreadful is this place ; 

Let all within us feel His power, 
And silent bow before His face. 

2 Lo, God is here : Him day and night 
United choirs of angels sing ; 

To Him, enthroned above all height, 
Let saints their humble worship bring. 

3 Lord God of hosts, may our praise 
Thy courts with grateful incense fill ; 

Still may we stand before Thy face, 
Still hear and do Thy sovereign will. 

Gerhard Tersteegen 1731 Tr. by John Wesley 1739 


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When Israel, of the Lord beloved, 
Out from the land of bondage came, 

Her fathers' God before her moved, 
An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 

2 By day, along the astonished lands, 
The cloudy pillar glided slow : 

By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands 
Returned the fiery column's glow. 

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 

Lord, when shines the prosperous day, 
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, 
To temper the deceitful ray. 

4 And 0, when gathers on our path, 

In shade and storm, the frequent night, 
Be Thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, 
A burning and a shining light. 


Walter Scott i8ao 


Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me thro' ; 
Thine eye commands, with piercing view, 

My rising and my resting hours, 

My heart and flesh with all their powers. 

2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
Are to my God distinctly known; 

He knows the words I mean to speak, 
Ere from my opening lips they break. 

3 Within Thy circling power I stand ! 
On every side I find Thy hand : 
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 

I am surrounded still with God. 

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great, 
What large extent, what lofty height : 
My soul, with all the powers I boast, 
Is in the boundless prospect lost. 

5 may these thoughts possess my breast, 
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, 

Nor let my weaker passions dare 
Consent to sin, for God is there. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


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God is the refuge of His saints 

When storms of sharp distress invade ; 

Ere we can offer our complaints, 
Behold Him present with His aid. 

2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; 
In sacred peace our souls abide, 

While every nation, every shore, 

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 

3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 
Supplies the city of our God, 


Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 
And watering our divine abode. 

4 That sacred stream, Thine holy word, 
Our grief allays, our fear controls ; 

Sweet peace Thy promises afford, 
And give new strength to fainting souls. 

5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, 
Secure against a threatening hour; 

Nor can her firm foundations move, 

Built on His truth, and armed with power. 

Isaac Watts 17 19 

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Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee 

For the bliss Thy love bestows, 
For the pardoning grace that saves me, 

And the peace that from it flows. 
Help, God, my weak endeavor, 

This dull soul to rapture raise ; 
Thou must light the flame, or never 

Can my love be warmed to praise. 

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 
Wretched wanderer, far astray j 

Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee 
From the paths of death away. 

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Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, 
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, 

And the light of hope revealing, 

Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling, 

Vainly would nry lips express; 
Low before Thy footstool kneeling, 

Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless. 
Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, 

Love's pure flame within me raise ; 
And since words can never measure, 

Let my life show forth Thy praise. 

Francis Scott Key 1823 

J. Stainer 

God is love : His mercv brightens 

All the path in which we rove ; 
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens : 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

2 Chance and change are busy ever ; 

Man decays, and ages move j 
But His mercy waneth never : 

God is wisdom, God is love. 

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth 
Will His changeless goodness prove ; 

From the cloud His brightness streameth : 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

4 He with earthly cares entwineth 
Hope and comfort from above; 

Everywhere His glory shineth : 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

John Bowing 1895 



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Songs of praise the angels sang, 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When He spake, and it was done. 
Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
When the Prince of Peace was born ; 
Songs of praise arose, when He 
Captive led captivity. 
2 Heaven and earth must pass away, 
Songs of praise shall crown that day ; 
God will make new heavens, new earth, 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 


And can man alone be dumb 
Till that glorious kingdom come? 
No j the Church delights to raise 
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 
3 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
Still in songs of praise rejoice; 
Learning here, by faith and love, 
Songs of praise to sing above. 
Borne upon their latest breath, 
Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
Then, amidst eternal joy, 
Songs of praise their powers employ. 

James Montgomery 1819 

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God eternal, mighty King, 
Unto Thee our praise we bring ; 
All the earth doth worship Thee ; 
We amid the throng would be. 

2 Holy, holy, holy ! cry 

Angels round Thy throne on high; 
Lord of all the heavenly Powers, 
Be the same loud anthem ours. 

3 Glorified Apostles raise, 
Night and day, continual praise j 
Hast not Thou a mission too 
For Thy children here to do? 

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4 With the Prophets' goodly line 
We in mystic bond combine ; 
For Thou hast to us revealed 
Things that to the wise were sealed. 

5 Martyrs, in a noble host, 

Of the cross are heard to boast j 
O that we our cross may bear, 
And a crown of glory wear! 

6 God eternal, mighty King, 
Unto Thee our praise we bring ; 
To the Father, and the Son, 
And the Spirit, Three in One. 

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Glory be to God on high, 
God, whose glory fills the sky ; 
Peace on earth to man forgiven, 
Man, the well-beloved of heaven. 

2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King, 
Thee we now presume to sing; 
Glad, Thine attributes confess, 
Glorious all, and numberless. 

3 Hail, by all Thy works adored, 
Hail, the everlasting Lord : 

Thee, with thankful hearts we prove 
God of power, and God of love. 


4 Christ our Lord and God we own, 
Christ, the Father's only Son ; 
Lamb of God, for sinners slain, 
Saviour of offending man. 

5 Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow ; 
Hear, the world's atonement Thou : 
Jesus, in Thy name we pray, 
Take, take our sins away. 

6 Hear, for Thou, Christ, alone 
Art with Thy great Father One ; 
One, the Holy Ghost with Thee; 
One supreme, eternal Three. 

Charles Wesley 173 


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Let us, with a gladsome mind, 
Praise the Lord, for He is kind : 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 He, with all-commanding might, 
Filled the new-made world with light: 
For His mercies shall endure, 

Ever faithful, ever sure. 

3 He hath, with a piteous eye, 
Looked upon our misery : 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

4 All things living He doth feed, 
His full hand supplies their need : 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

5 Let us therefore warble forth 
His high majesty and worth: 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

John Milton 1624 


Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

Be Thy glorious name adored: 
Lord, Thy mercies never fail ; 
Hail, celestial Goodness, hail ! 

2 Though unworthy, Lord, Thine ear, 
Deign our humble songs to hear; 
Purer praise we hope to bring, 
When around Thy throne we sing. 

3 There no tongue shall silent be, 
All shall join in harmony; 

That through heaven's capacious round 
Praise to Thee may ever sound. 

Benjamin Williams 1778 

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God, the Rock of Ages, 

Who evermore hast been, 
What time the tempest rages, 

Our dwelling-place serene ; 
Before Thy first creations, 

Lord, the same as now, 
To endless generations 

The Everlasting Thou! 
2 Our years are like the shadows 

On sunny hills that lie, 
Or grasses in the meadows 

That blossom but to die : 
A sleep, a dream, a story 

By strangers quickly told, 
An unremaining glory 

Of things that soon are old. 


3 Thou, who canst not slumber, 
Whose light grows never pale, 

Teach us aright to number 
Our years before they fail. 

On us Thy mercy lighten, 
On us Thy goodness rest, 

And let Thy Spirit brighten 

The hearts Thyself hast blessed. 

4 Lord, crown our faith's endeavor 
With beauty and with grace, 

Till, clothed in light for ever, 
We see Thee face to face: 

A joy no language measures; 
A fountain brimming o'er; 

An endless flow of pleasures ; 
An ocean without shore. 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1866 

T. Wallhead 


Sweet is themem'ry of Thy grace, My God. myheav'nlyKing! Let age to age Thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 

Sweet is the memory of Thy grace, 

My God, my heavenly King ! 
Let age to age Thy righteousness 

In sounds of glory sing. 
2 God reigns on high, but not confines 

His goodness to the skies ; 
Through the whole earth His bounty shines, 

And every want supplies. 

3 With longing eyes Thy creatures wait 
On Thee for daily food; 

Thy liberal hand provides their meat, 
And fills their mouths with good. 

4 How kind are Thy compassions, Lord ! 
How slow Thine anger moves! 

But soon He sends His pardoning word 
To cheer the souls He loves. 

Isaac Watts 1719 

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We can-not praise Thee now, Lord, As spir-its per-fect made, Who walk in white before Thee, With Christ the Liv-ing Head; 

Thee, In that glad fu-ture time, When we shall read life's sto-ry, And reach our spir-its' prime. 

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We cannot praise Thee now, Lord, 

As spirits perfect made, 
Who walk in white before Thee, 

With Christ the Living Head; 
But praise is waiting for Thee, 

In that glad future time, 
When we shall read life's story, 

And reach our spirits' prime. 



2 We cannot praise Thee here, Lord, 

As those around Thy throne, 
Who sing the song of glory, 

And know as they are known ; 
But praise is waiting for Thee 

When Zion's hill we gain ; 
And here we would be singing 

A prelude to the strain. 


F. W. Mills 




Thou Grace Divine encircling all, 

A soundless, shoreless sea! 
Wherein at last our souls must fall, 

Love of God most free ! 

2 And though we turn us from Thy face, 
And wander wide and long, 

Thou hold'st us still in Thine embrace, 
Love of God most strong ! 

3 The saddened heart, the restless soul, 
The toil-worn frame and mind, 

Alike confess Thy sweet control, 
Love of God most kind ! 

4 And filled and quickened by Thy breath, 
Our souls are strong and free 


To rise o'er sin and fear and death, 
Love of God, to Thee ! 


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On every hand we see ; 
O may the blessings of each hour 

Lead all our thoughts to Thee. 

2 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, 
And reaches to the skies ; 

Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, 
Thy goodness never dies. 

3 In all the varying scenes of time, 
On Thee our hopes depend ; 

Through every age, in every clime, 
Our Father, and our Friend. 

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Thou, our Father, and our Lord ; 
Blest Thy majesty forever, 

Ever be Thy name adored ! 
Thine, Lord, are power and greatness ; 

Glory, victory, are Thiue own ; 
All is Thine in earth and heaven; 

Over all Thy boundless throne. 

2 Riches come of Thee and honor, 

Power and might to Thee belong ; 
Thine it is to make us prosper, 

Only Thine to make us strong. 
Lord, to Thee, Thou God of mercy, 

Hymns of gratitude we raise ; 
To Thy name, forever glorious, 

Ever we address our praise. 

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Praise the Lord, ye heavens, adore Him, 

Praise Him, angels, in the height; 
Sun and moon, rejoice before Him; 

Praise Him, all ye stars of light. 
Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken ; 

Worlds His mighty voice obeyed ; 
Laws which never shall be broken, 

For their guidance He hath made. 

2 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; 

Never shall His promise fail ; 
God hath made His saints victorious; 

Sin and death shall not prevail. 
Praise the God of our salvation ; 

Hosts on high, His power proclaim; 
Heaven and earth, and all creation, 

Laud and magnify His name. 

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Praise to Thee, Thou great Creator, 

Praise be Thine from every tongue ; 
Join, my soul, with every creature, 

Join the universal song. 
Father, source of all compassion, 

Pure unbounded grace is Thine: 
Hail the God of our salvation, 

Praise Him for His love divine. 

2 For ten thousand blessings given, 

For the richest gifts bestowed, 
Sound His praise through earth and heaven , 

Sound Jehovah's praise aloud. 
Joyfully on earth adore Him, 

Till in Heaven our song we raise : 
There, enraptured fall before Him, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

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11 Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, 

Earth is with its fulness stored: 
Unto Thee be glory given, 

Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 
2 Heaven is still with glory ringing; 

Earth takes up the angels' cry, 
"Holy, holy, holy," singing, 

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Thus conspire we to adore Him, 

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3 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, 

Earth is with its fulness stored : 
Unto Thee be glory given, 

Holy, holy, hoi/ Lord!" 
Thus Thy glorious name confessing, 

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" Holy, holy, holy," blessing 

Thee the Lord of Hosts most high. 

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Ever will I bless Thy name ; 
Day by day Thy throne addressing, 

Still will I Thy praise proclaim. 
2 Nor shall fail from memory's treasure, 

Works by love and mercy wrought ; 
Works of love surpassing measure, 

Works of mercy passing thought. 

3 Full of kindness and compassion, 
Slow to anger, vast in love, 

God is good to all creation ; 

All His works His goodness prove. 

4 All Thy works, Lord, shall bless Thee, 
Thee shall all Thy saints adore ; 

King supreme shall they confess Thee, 
And proclaim Thy sovereign power. 

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Honor and glory, thanksgiving and praise, 
Maker of all things, to Thee we upraise ; 
God, the Almighty, the Father, the Lord ; 
God, by the angels obeyed and adored. 

2 Thou art the Father of heaven and earth ; 
Worlds uncreated to Thee owe their birth; 
All the creation, Thy voice when it heard, 
Started to life and to light at Thy word. 

3 Earth with the mountain, the river, the 

Sky with the dew-drop, the wind, and the 

Beast of the forest, wild bird of the air, 
All are Thy creatures, and all are Thy care. 

Blessing and honor and glory and power, 
Wisdom and riches and strength evermore, 
Give ye to Him who our battle hath won, 
Whose are the kingdom, the crown, and the 

2 Past are the darkness, the storm, and the 

Come is the radiance that sparkled afar ; 
Breaketh the gleam of the day without end ; 
Riseth the sun that shall never descend. 

3 Ever ascendeth the song and the joy, 
Ever descendeth the love from on high, 
Blessing and honor and glory and praise, 
This is the theme of the hvmns that we raise. 

4 Ocean the restless, and waters that swell, 4 Life of all life, and true Light of all light, 
Lightnings that flash over flood, over fell, Star of the dawning, unchangingly bright, 
Own Thee the Master Almighty, and call Sun of the Salem, whose light is the Lamb, 
Thee the Creator, the Father, of all. Theme of the ever-new, ever-glad psalm ! 

5 Yea, Thou art Father of all, and Thy 5 Give we the glory and praise to the Lamb, 

love Take we the robe and the harp and the 
Pity for man that is fallen doth move ; palm, 

Guide us in life, and protect to the last; Sing we the song of the Lamb that was 
And, at Thine Advent, Lord, pardon the slain, 

p as t. Dying in weakness, but rising to reign. 

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Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright. 
Filled with celestial splendor and light, 
These that, where night never followeth day, 
Raise the ''Thrice holy" song ever and aye: 

2 These are Thy counsellors, these dost Thou own 
God of Sabaoth, the nearest Thy throne ; 

These are Thy ministers, these dost Thou send, 
Help of the helpless ones, man to befriend. 

3 Then, when the earth was first poised in mid-space, 
Then, when the planets first sped on their race, 
Then, when were ended the six days' employ, 
Then all the sons of God shouted for joy. 

4 Still let them succor us, still let them fight, 
Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right ; 

Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour, 
We with the angels may bow and adore. 

Joseph of the Studium, ab. 830 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862 

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worship the King, all-glorious above, 
gratefully sing His power and His love; 
Our Shield and Defender,the Ancient of Days, 
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise. 

2 tell of His might, sing of His grace, 

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; 

His chariots of wrath the deep thunder- 
clouds form, 

And dark is His path on the wings of the 

4 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can re- 

It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, 
It streams from the hills, it descends to the 

And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 

5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail : 
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, 
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend ! 

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Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, With tme adoration shall u to Thy praise . 
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Praise ye Jehovah, praise the Lord most holy, 

Who cheers the contrite, girds with strength the weak; 

Praise Him who will with glory crown the lowly, 
And with salvation beautify the meek. 

2 Praise ye the Lord, for all His loving kindness, 
And all the tender mercy he hath shown ; 

Praise Him who pardons all our sin and blindness, 
And calls us sons, and takes us for His own. 

3 Praise ye Jehovah, source of every blessing, 
Before His gifts earth's richest boons are dim ; 

Resting in Him, His peace and joy possessing, 
All things are ours, for we have all in Him. 

4 Praise ye the Father, God the Lord who gave us, 
With full and perfect love, His only Son ; 

Praise ye the Son who died Himself to save us ; 
Praise ye the Spirit, praise the Three in One. 

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Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, 
And publish abroad His wonderful Name; 
The Name all-victorious of Jesus extol ; 
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. 
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save ; 
And still He is nigh, His presence we have ; 
The great congregation His triumph shall 

Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 

3 " Salvation to God who sits on the throne." 
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son ; 

The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, 
Fall down on their faces, and worship the 

4 Then let us adore, and give Him His right, 
All glory and power, and wisdom and might ; 
All honor and blessing, with angels above, 
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love. 

Charles Wesley 1744. 


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The Lord my pas-ture shall pre -pare, And feed me with a shep-herd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noonday walks He shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales, and dewy meads, 
My weary, wandering steps He leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 



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3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 

My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For Thou, Lord, art with me still : 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 

4 Though in a bare and rugged way, 
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
Thy bounty shall my paius beguile: 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 

With sudden greens and herbage crowned, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

Joseph Addison 1713 

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Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 

Call for songs of loudest praise j 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it, 

Mount of God's unchanging love. 

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, 
Hither by Thy help I'm come ; 

And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, 
Safely to arrive at home : 

Jesus sought me, when a stranger, 
Wandering from the fold of God ; 

He, to rescue me from danger, 
Interposed His precious blood. 

3 to grace how great a debtor, 

Daily I'm constrained to be : 
Let that grace now, like a fetter, 

Bind my wandering heart to Thee. 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 

Prone to leave the God I love ; 
Here's my heart, take and seal it, 

Seal it from Thy courts above. 

Robert Robinson 1758 

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Draw nigh, draw nigh, Inimanuel, 
And ransom captive Israel, 
That mourns in lonely exile here, 
Until the Son of God appear. — Ref. 
2 Draw nigh, Jesse's Rod, draw nigh, 
To free us from the enemy ; 


From hell's abyss Thy people save, 
And give us victory o'er the grave. — Ref. 
3 Draw nigh, draw nigh, Lord of Might, 
Who once, from Sinai's flaming height 
Didst give the trembling tribes Thy law, 
In cloud, and majesty, and awe. — Ref. 

Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 

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Come and hear the grand old story, 

Story of the ages past ; 
All earth's annals far surpassing, 

Story that shall ever last. — Ref. 
2 Christ, the Father's Son eternal, 

Once was born a Son of man j 

He who never knew beginning, 
Here on earth a life began. — Ref. 

3 Here in David's lowly city, 
Tenant of the manger-bed, 

Child of everlasting ages, 
Mary's Infant lays His head.— Ref. 

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Come, see in the manger the angels' dread 

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To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord ; 
hasten ! hasten ! to worship the Lord. 

3 hark to the angels, all singing in heaven, 
" To God in the highest, all glory be given ! " 
To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord, 
hasten! hasten ! to worship the Lord. 

4 To Thee, then, Jesus, this day of Thy 

True Son of the Father, He comes from Be glo ^ a ' nd honor tbrough heayen and 

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hasten ! hasten ! to worship the Lord. 

the skies ; 
The womb of the Virgin He doth not despise 
To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord ; 
hasten ! hasten ! to worship the Lord. 

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Lo ! in a manger, lies the King of angels ; 
0, come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. 

. Jesus! for ever be Thy name adored: 
2 Raise, raise, choirs of angels, songs of Word of the Father, late in flesh appearing 
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The heart-cheering news let the earth and the skies. — Cho. 

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Hark ! the herald angels sing, 
" Glory to the new-born King ! 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
God and sinners reconciled ! " 
Joyful all ye nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies > 
Universal nature say, 
" Christ the Lord is born to-day." 

2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ! 
Christ the everlasting Lord ! 
Late in time behold Him come, 
Offspring of a Virgin's womb .' 

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, 
Hail, the incarnate Deity! 
Pleased as Man with men to dwell, 
Jesus, our Immanuel. 

3 Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace ! 
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! 
Light and life to all He brings, 
Risen with healing in His wings, 
Mild He lays His glory by, 
Born that man no more may die, 
Born to raise the sons of earth, 
Born to give them second birth. 

Charles Wesley 1739 

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As with gladness men of old 
Did the guiding star behold ; 
As with joy they hailed its light, 
Leading onward, beaming bright; 
So, most gracious Lord, may we 
Evermore be led to Thee. 

2 As with joyful steps they sped 
To that lowly manger-bed, 
There to bend the knee before 
Him whom heaven and earth adore ; 
So may we with willing feet 
Ever seek the mercy-seat. 

3 As they offered gifts most rare 
At that manger rude and bare j 
So may we with holy joy, 
Pure, and free from sin's alloy, 
All our costliest treasures bring, 
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King. 

4 Holy Jesus, every day 
Keep us in the narrow way; 
And, when earthly things are past, 
Bring our ransomed souls at last 
Where they need no star to guide, 
Where no clouds Thy glory hide. 

William Chatterton Dix 1859 

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He has come, the Christ of God ; 
Left for us His glad abode ; 
Stooping from His throne of bliss, 
To this darksome wilderness ! 

2 He has come, the Prince of Peace ; 
Come to bid our sorrows cease : 
Come to scatter, with His light, 

All the shadows of our night. 

3 He, the mighty King, has come, 
Making this poor earth His home ; 
Come to bear our sin's sad load, 
Son of David, Sou of God. 

4 He has come, whose Name of grace 
Speaks deliverance to our race; 

Left for us His glad abode, 
Son of Mary. Son of God. 

5 Unto us a Child is born ; 
Ne'er has earth beheld a morn 
Out of all the morns of time 
Half so glorious in its prime. 

6 Unto us a Son is given : 

He has come from God's own heaven. 
Bringing with Him from above 
Holy peace, and holy love. 

Horatius Bonar 18^7 


Hail, all hail the joyful morn! 

Tell it forth from earth to heaven, 
That "to us a Child is born." 

That "to us a Son is given." 

2 Angels bending from the sky. 
Chanted at the wondrous birth, 

" Glory be to God on high, 

Peace, good-will to man on earth." 

3 Him prophetic strains proclaim 
King of kings, the Incarnate Word; 

Great and wonderful His name, 
Prince of Peace, the Mighty God. 

4 Join we then our feeble lays, 
To the chorus of the sky ; 

And, in songs of grateful praise, 
Glory give to God on high. 


Harriet Aubcr 1829 

Bright and joyful is the morn, 
For to us a Child is born ; 
From the highest realms of heaven. 
Unto us a Son is given. 

2 Wonderful in counsel He, 
The incarnate Deity : 

Sire of ages ne'er to cease. 

King of kings, and Prince of Peace. 

3 Come and worship at His feet. 
Yield to Christ the homage meet . 
From His manger to His throne, 
Homage due to God alone. 

4 Glory be to God on high ! 
Earth, uplift the joyful cry! 
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

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Holy night ! Peaceful night ! 

All is dark, save the light 
Yonder where they sweet vigils keep, 
O'er the Babe who in silent sleep, 
Rests in heavenly peace. 

2 Silent night! holiest night ! 
Darkness flies and all is light ! 

Shepherds hear the angels sing — 
''Hallelujah! hail the King! 
Jesus Christ is here ! " 

3 Silent night! peaceful night! 
Child of heaven ! how bright 

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Blessed was that happy morn, 
Full of heavenly joy. 

4 Silent night! holiest night! • 

Guiding star, 0, lend thy light ! 
See the eastern wise men bring 
Gifts and homage to our King! 
Jesus Christ is here ! 

6 Silent night! holiest night ! 

Wondrous star ! 0, lend thy light ! 
With the angels let us sing 
Hallelujah to our King ! 
Jesus Christ is here ! 

Joseph Mohr 1818 Tr. by Jane Montgomery Campbell 1863 


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A thousand years have come and gone, 

And near a thousand more, 
Since happier light from heaven shone 

Than ever shone before; 
And in the hearts of old and young 

A joy most joyful stirred; 
That sent such news from tongue to tongue 

As ears had never heard. 

2 Then angels on their starry way 

Felt bliss unfelt before, 
For news that men should be as they 

To darkened earth they bore ; 
So toiling men and spirits bright 

A first communion had, 
And in meek mercy's rising light 

Were each exceeding glad. 

3 And we are glad, and we will sing, 
As in the days of yore ; 

Come all, and hearts made ready bring 

To welcome back once more 
The day when first on wintry earth 

A summer change began, 
And, dawning in a lowly birth, 

Uprose the Light of man. 

4 For trouble such as men must bear 

From childhood to fourscore, 
He shared with us, that we might shar< 

His joy for evermore; 
And twice a thousand years of grief, 

Of conflict and of sin, 
May tell how large the harvest-sheaf - 

His patient love shall win. 

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Wing your flight o'er all the earth, 

Ye who sang creation's story, 
Now proclaim Messiah's birth : 
Come and worship, 

Worship Christ the new-born King. 

2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, 
Watching o'er your flocks by night, 

God with man is now residing; 
Yonder shines the infant-light ; 
Come and worship, 
Worship Christ the new-born King. 

3 Sages, leave your contemplations, 
Brighter visions beam afar ; 

Seek the great Desire of nations ; 

Ye have seen His natal star ; 
Come and worship, 
Worship Christ the new-born King. 

4 Saints before the altar bending, 
Watching long in hope and fear, 

Suddenly the Lord, descending, 
In His temple shall appear; 
Come and worship, 
Worship Christ the new-born King. 

5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance, 
Doomed for guilt to endless pains, 

Justice now revokes the sentence ; 
Mercy calls you ; break your chains ; 
Come and worship, 
Worship Christ the new-born King. 

James Montgomery 1819 


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Low lies His head with the beasts of the g Bri htest and best of the sons of tlie 

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining morning, [aid ; 

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Whereon the Saviour of mankind was God's wondrous love in saving lost mankind, 

born ; Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss, 

Rise to adore the mystery of love, From His poor manger to His bitter cross ; 

Which hosts of angels chanted from above ; Treading His steps, assisted by His grace, 

With them the joyful tidings first begun Till man's first heavenly state again takes 
Of God Incarnate and the Virgin's Son. place. 

2 With burst of music the celestial choir 
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire : 
The praises of redeeming love they sang, 
And heaven's whole arch with Alleluias 

God's highest glory, was their anthem still, 
Peace upon earth, and unto men good-will. 

4 Then may we hope, the angelic thrones 

To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song ; 
He, that was born upon this joyful day, 
Around us all His glory shall display ; 
Saved by His love, incessant we shall sing 
Eternal praise to heaven's Almighty King. 

John Byrom 1761 



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Hark ! what music fills the sky ! 
Glory be to God on high, 
Angels sing, and hosts reply, 

2 To the Sons of men is given 
God's dear Son, best gift of heaven, 
Pledge of grace, and sin forgiven, 

Hallelujah ! 

3 Righteousness and peace embrace, 
For the Prince of Peace doth place 
His right hand on Adam's race, 


4 Would ye see the wondrous sign, 
In a manger, Child divine, 

Lies the heir of David's line, 
Hallelujah ! 

5 Thee we own as Lord and King, 
And as tribute meet we bring 
Songs which angels cannot sing, 


6 Him we praise, Himself who gave 
To the manger and the grave 

All to ransom and to save. 
Hallelujah ! 

E. Wigglesworth 



Blessed night, when Bethlehem's plain 
Echoed with the joyful strain, 
"Peace has come to earth again." 

2 Blessed hills, that heard the song 
Of the glorious angel throng 
Swelling all your slopes along ; 

Hallelujah ! 

3 Happy shepherds, on whose ear, 
Fell the tidings glad and clear, 

" God to man is drawing near. 1 ' 
Hallelujah ! 

4 Thus revealed to shepherd's eyes 
Hidden from the great and wise, 
Entering earth in lowly guise — 


5 We adore Thee as our King, 
And to Thee our song we sing; 
Our best offering to Thee bring, 


6 Mighty King of Righteousness, 
King of Glory, King of Peace, 
Never shall Thy kingdom cease ! 

Hallelujah ! 

Horatius Bonar 1857 


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All my heart this night rejoices, 

As I hear, far and near, 
Sweetest angel voices; 

" Christ is born! " their choirs are singing, 
Till the air everywhere 

Now with joy is ringing. 

2 For it dawns, the promised morrow 

Of His birth, who the earth 
Rescues from her sorrow. 

God to wear our form descendeth ; 
Of His grace to our race 

Here His Son He lendeth, 

3 Hark ! a voice from yonder manger 
Soft and sweet, doth entreat — 

"Flee from woe and danger! 

Brethren, come ; from all that grieves you 
You are freed ; all you need 

Here your Saviour gives you." 

4 Come, then, let us hasten yonder: 
Here let all, great and small, 

Kneel in awe and wonder. 

Love Him who with love is yearning : 
Hail the Star, that from far 

Bright with hope is burning. 

Paul Gerhardt 1653 Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1862 

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little town of Bethlehem ! 

How still we see thee lie, 
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, 

The silent stars go by ; 
Yet in thy dark streets shineth 

The everlasting Light: 
The hopes and fears of all the years, 

Are met in thee to-night. 

2 For Christ is born of Mary, 

And gathered all above, 
While mortals sleep the angels keep 

Their watch of wondering love. 
morning stars together 

Proclaim the holy birth ! 
And praises sing to God the King, 

And peace to men on earth. 

3 How silently, how silently, 
The wondrons gift is given; 

So God imparts to human hearts 
The blessings of His heaven. 

No ear may hear His coming, 
But in this world of sin, 

Where meek souls will receive Him still, 
The dear Christ enters iu. 

4 holy Child of Bethlehem! 
Descend to us, we pray. 

Cast out our sin and enter in, 

Be born in us to-day. 
We hear the Christmas angels, 

The great glad tidings tell, 
0. come to us, abide with us, 

Our Lord Immanuel! 

Phillips Brooks 1866 


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Hark! what mean those holy voices, 

Sweetly sounding- through the skies ? 
Lo ! the angelic host rejoices, 

Heavenly hallelujahs rise ; 
Listen to the wondrous story 

Which they chant in hynrns of joy: 
" Glory in the highest, glory, 

Glory be to God Most High. 

2 " Peace on earth, good- will from heaven, 
Reaching far as man is found ; 

Souls redeemed and sins forgiven ; 

Loud our golden harps shall sound. 
Christ is born, the great Anointed : 

Heaven and earth His praises sing : 
O receive whom God appointed 

For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 

3 " Hasten, mortals, to adore Him; 
Learn His Name, and taste His joy: 

Till in Heaven ye sing before Him, 
1 Glory be to God Most High ! ' " 

Let us learn the wondrous story 
Of our great Redeemer's birth ; 

Spread the brightness of His glory 
Till it cover all the earth. 

John Cawood 1819 

On this night, all nights excelling, 

God's high praises sounded forth, 
While the angels' songs were telling 

Of the Lord's mysterious birth. 
Through the darkness, strangely splendid, 

Flashed the light on shepherds' eyes; 
As their lowly flocks they tended, 

Came new tidings from the skies. 

2 On this day then through creation 
Let the glorious hymn ring out j 

Let men hail the great salvation, 

" God with us," with song and shout. 

See the powers of hell are broken, 
Fierce and tyrannous and wild, 

And on earth glad words are spoken, 
Heralding the new-born Child. 

3 Christ, who rules the earth and heaven. 
By His truth's controlling power, 

Who a grace to men hath given 

That transforms them hour by hour. 

Grant to us of His great pity 
Pardon for our guilt and sin ; 

Grant us in the heavenly city 
Peace and rest and life to win. 

Edward Hayes Plumptre i86€ 

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Bethlehem, of noblest cities, 

None can once with thee compare ; 

Thou alone the Lord from Heaven 
Didst for us Incarnate bear. 

2 Fairer than the sun at morning" 
Was the star that told His birth ; 

To the lands their God announcing, 
Hid beneath a form of earth. 

3 By its lambent beauty guided, 
See, the Eastern kings appear ; 

See them bend, their gifts to offer, 
Gifts of incense, gold, and myrrh. 

4 Offerings of mystic meaning : 
Incense doth the God disclose; 

Gold a royal child proclaimeth ; 
Myrrh a future tomb foreshows. 

5 Holy Jesus, in Thy brightness 
To the Gentile world displayed ! 

"With the Father, and the Spirit, 
Endless praise to Thee be paid. 


Aurelius Clemens Prudentius 
Tr. by Edward Caswall 1849 

Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, 
Born to set Thy people free : 

From our fears and sins release us, 
Let us find our rest in Thee. 

2 Israel's strength and consolation, 
Hope of all the earth Thou art; 

Dear Desire of every nation, 
Joy of every longing heart. 

3 Born Thy people to deliver, 
Born a Child, and yet a King, 

Born to reign in us for ever, 

Now Thy gracious kingdom bring. 

4 By Thine own eternal Spirit, 
Rule in all our hearts alone ; 

By Thine all-sufficient merit, 
Raise us to Thy glorious throne. 

Charles Wesley 1744 


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Shepherds ! hail the wondrous stranger,Now to Bethlehem speed your way ; Lo ! in yonder humble manger, Christ, the Lord,is born to-day. 

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Shepherds ! hail the wondrous stranger, 
Now to Bethlehem speed your way ; 

Lo ! in yonder humble manger, 
Christ, the Lord, is born to-day. 

2 Bright the star of your salvation, 

Pointing to His rude abode ! 
Rapturous news for every nation : 

Mortals ! uow behold your God ! 

3 Glad, we trace the amazing story 
Angels leave their bliss to tell ; 

Theme sublime, replete with glory, — 
Sinners saved from death and hell. 

4 Love eternal moved the Saviour, 
Thus to lay His radiance by ; 

Blessings on the Lamb for ever! 
Glory be to God on high! 

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The angel of the Lord came down, 

And glory shone around. 
" Fear not," said he, for mighty dread 

Had seized their troubled mind ; 
" Glad tidings of great joy I bring 

To you, and all mankind. 

2 " To you, in David's town, this day, 

Is born of David's line, 
The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord; 

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All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, 

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Appeared a shining throng 
Of angels, praising God, and thus 

Addressed their joyful song: 
" All glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace ; 
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It came upon the midnight clear, 

That glorious song of old, 
From angels bending near the earth, 

To touch their harps of gold: 
"Peace on the earth, good- will to men 

From heaven's all-gracious King." 
The world in solemn stillness lay 

To hear the angels sing. 

2 Still through the cloven skies they come, 

With peaceful wings unfurled ; 
And still their heavenly music floats 

1 er all the weary world : 
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Whose forms are bending low, 

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With painful steps and slow, — 

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And hear the angels sing. 

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When with the ever circling years 
Comes round the age of gold : 

When Peace shall over all the earth 
Its ancient splendors fling, 

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1 praise Him most, I love Him best, 
All praise and love is His ; 

While Him I love, in Him I live, 
And cannot live amiss. 

2 Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, 
Man's most desired light, 

To love Him life, to leave Him death, 

To live in Him delight. 
He mine by gift, I His by debt, 

Thus each to other due, 
First friend He was, best friend He is, 

All times will try Him true. 

3 Though young yet wise, though small, yet 
Though man, yet God He is ; [strong, 

As wise, He knows, as strong, He can, 

As God, He loves to bless. 
His knowledge rules, His strength defends, 

His love doth cherish all ; 
His birth our joy, His life our light, 

His death our end of thrall. 

4 Alas! He weeps, He sighs, He pants, 

Yet do His angels sing ; 
Out of His tears, His sighs, and throbs, 

Doth bud a joyful spring. 
Almighty Babe, whose tender arms 

Can force all foes to fly, 
Correct my faults, protect my life, 

Direct me when I die. 

Robert Southwell 1592 


Messiah, at Thy glad approach 

The howling wilds are still ; 
Thy praises fill the lonely waste, 

And breathe from every hill. 
The hidden fountains, at Thy call, 

Their sacred stores unlock; 
Loud in the desert sudden streams 

Burst living from the rock. 

2 Renewed, the earth a robe of light, 

A robe of beauty wears ; 
And in new heavens a brighter sun 

Leads on the promised years. 
Let Israel to the Prince of Peace 

The loud hosanna sing ; 
With hallelujahs and with hymns, 

Zion, hail thy King. 

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Come heaven's melodious strains, 
Where wild Judea stretches far 

Her silver-mantled plains ; 
Celestial choirs from courts above 

Shed sacred glories there ; 
And angels, with their sparkling lyres, 

Make music on the air. 

2 The answering hills of Palestine 

Send back the glad reply, 
And greet from all their holy heights 

The dayspring from on high : 
O'er the blue depths of Galilee 

There comes a holier calm ; 
And Sharon waves in solemn praise 

Her silent groves of palm. 

3 Glory to God ! the lofty strain 
The realm of ether fills ; 

How sweeps the song of solemn joy 

O'er Judah's sacred hills ! 
" Glory to God!" the sounding skies 

Loud with their anthems ring : 
" Peace on the earth ; good-will to men, 

From heaven's eternal King." 

4 This day shall Christian tongues be mute, 
And Christian hearts be cold ? 

catch the anthem that from heaven 
O'er Judah's mountains rolled ! 

"When nightly burst from seraph-harps 
The high and solemn lay, — 

" Glory to God; on earth be peace; 
Salvation comes to-day ! " 

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Joy to the world, the Lord is come : 
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Let every heart prepare Him room, 
And heaven and nature sing. 

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3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, 
Nor thorns infest the ground : 

He comes to make His blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found. 

2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns : 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

Let men their songs employ ; And makes the nations prove 

While fields and floods, rocks, hills,and plains, The glories of His righteousness, 
Repeat the sounding joy. And wonders of His love. 

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All on Epiphanie ; 
Their gifts they bare both rich and rare, 

All, all, Lord Christ for Thee : 
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh are there, 
Where is the King ? where ? where ? 
where is the King? where? 

2 The Star shone brightly over-head, 

The air was calm and still, 
O'er Bethlehem fields its rays were shed, 

The dew lay on the hill : 
We see no throne, no palace fair, 
Where is the King? where? where? 
where is the King? where ? 

3 An old man knelt at a manger low, 

A Babe lay in the stall ; 
The starlight played on the Infant brow, 

Deep silence lay o'er all : 
A maiden bent o'er the Babe in prayer :-— 
There is the King! there! there! 
there is the King ! there ! 

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Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 

The Saviour promised long- ; 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 

And every voice a song. 
2 He comes, the prisoners to release 

In Satan's bondage held ; 
The gates of brass before Him burst, 

The iron fetters yield. 


3 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
The bleeding soul to cure, 

And with the treasures of His grace 
To enrich the humble poor. 

4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
Thy welcome shall proclaim*, 

And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With Thy beloved name. 

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The people dwell in day, who dwelt 

In death's surrounding night. 

2 To us a Child of hope is born, 
To us a Son is given ; 

Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 
Him all the hosts of heaven. 

3 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, 
For evermore adored. 

The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
The great and mighty Lord. 

4 His power increasing still shall spread, 
His reign no end shall know : 

Justice shall guard His throne above, 
And peace abound below. 

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The wise men on their way, 

Until it came and stood beside 
The place where Jesus lay : 

2 Although by stars Thou dost not lead 
Thy servants now below, 

Thy Holy Spirit, when they need, 
Will show them how to go. 

3 As yet we know Thee but in part : 
But still we trust Thy word, 

That blessed are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see the Lord. 

4 Saviour, give us then Thy grace, 
To make us pure in heart, 

That we may see Thee face to face 
Hereafter as Thou art. 

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Stirred by deep devotion, 

Hasting from afar, 
Ever journeying onward, 

Guided by a star. 

Ref. — Light of life that shinedst, 
Ere the world began ; 
Draw Thou near, and lighten 
Every heart of man. 

2 There their Lord and Saviour 
Meek and lowly lay, 

Wondrous light that led them 

Onward on their way, 
Ever now to lighten 

Nations from afar, 
As they journey homeward 

By that guiding star. — Rep 

3 Thou who in a manger 
Once hast lowly lain, 

Who dost now in glory 
O'er all kingdoms reign, 

Gather in the heathen, 
Who in lands afar 

Ne'er have seen the brightness 
Of Thy guiding star.— Ref. 

4 Onward through the darkness 
Of the lonely night, 

Shining still before them 
With Thy kindly light, 

Guide them, Jew and Gentile, 
Homeward from afar, 

Young and old together, 
By Thy guiding star. — Ref. 

5 Until every nation, 
Whether bond or free, 

'Neath Thy starlit banner, 

Jesus, follows Thee 
O'er the distant mountains 

To that heavenly home, 
Where no sin nor sorrow 

Evermore shall come. — Ref. 

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Who is it in yon manger lies ? 
Who is this Child, so young and fair? 
The blessed Christ-Child lieth there. 
2 Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child, 
Make Thee a bed, soft, undenled 
Within my heart, that it may be 
A quiet chamber kept for Thee. 


3 My heart for very joy doth leap, 
My lips no more can silence keep ; 
I, too, must sing with joyful tongue 
That sweetest ancient cradle song. 

4 Glory to God in highest heaven, 
Who unto man, His Son hath given, 
While angels sing with pious mirth, 
A glad new year to all the earth. 

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Clothed in the garb of flesh and blood ; 
Choosing a manger for Thy throne, 
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone. 
2 Once did the skies before Thee bow ; 
A virgin's arms contain Thee now : 
Angels who did in Thee rejoice 
Now listen for Thine infant voice. 






3 A little Child, Thou art our guest, 
That weary ones in Thee may rest ; 
Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth, 
That we may rise to heaven from earth. 
3 Thou contest in the darksome night 
To make us children of the light, 
To make us, in the realms divine, 
Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. 

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He is Alpha and Omega, 

He the source, the ending He, 
Of the things that are, that have been, 

And that future years shall see, 
Evermore and evermore. 

2 This is He whom seers in old time 

Chanted of with one accord ; 
Whom the voices of the prophets 

Promised in their faithful word ; 
Now He shines, the long-expected ; 
Let creation praise its Lord, 
Evermore and evermore. 

3 ye heights of heaven, adore Him; 

Angel-hosts, His praises sing ; 
All dominions, bow before Him, 

And extol our God and King; 
Let no tongue on earth be silent, 

Every voice in concert ring, 
Evermore and evermore. 

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Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, 

On Thy bed of hay, 
Angels in the spangled heaven 
Sing their gladsome Christmas carols 

Till the dawn of day. 

2 Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, 

On Thy bed of hay, 
Ere the mourning angel cometh 
To the moon-lit olive garden, 

Wiping tears away. 

From Hutchins' Children's Hymnal, by per. 

3 Sleep my Saviour, sleep, 

Sweet on Mary's breast, 
Now the shepherds kneel adoring, 
Now the mother's heart is joyous, 

Take a happy rest. 

4 Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, 

Sweet on Mary's breast ; 
Crucified, with wounds, and bruised, 
Bleeding, purple, stained, disfigured, 

One day Thou wilt rest. 


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Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly But Thy couch was the sod, Thou Son of 

crown In the deserts of Galilee. — Ref. [God, 

When Thou earnest to earth for me : 4 Thou earnest, Lord, with the living word 

But in Bethlehem's home there was found That should set Thy children free; 

Tor Thy holy nativity. [no room But with mocking scorn, and with crown of 

come to my heart, Lord Jesus, thorn 

There is room in my heart for Thee. They bore Thee to Calvary :— Ref. 

2 Heaven's arches rang when the angels 5 When heaven's arch shall ring and her 

sang, choirs shall sing 

Proclaiming Thy royal degree ; At Thy coming to victory, 

But of lowly birth cam'st Thou, Lord, on Let Thy voice call me home, saying, " Yet 

earth, there is room, 

And in great humility.— Ref. There is room at My side for thee : " 

3 The foxes found rest, and the bird its nest And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, 
In the shade of the ceclar-tree; When Thou comest and callest for me. 

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God from all eternity, 
Born as man to live and die — 
Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

2 Leaving Thine eternal throne, 
Making mortal cares Thine own, 
Making God's compassion known — 

Hear us, holy Jesus. 

3 By Thy life, so lone and still, 
By Thy waiting to fulfil 

In its time Thy Father's will- 
Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

4 May we mark the pattern fair 
Of Thy life of work and prayer, 
And for truth all perils dare — 

Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

5 Bid us come, at last, to Thee, 
And forever perfect be, 
Where Thy glory we shall see — 

Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

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The blessed Saviour passed; 
A mourner all His life was He, 

A dying Lamb at last. 

2 That tender heart that felt for all, 
For all its life-blood gave; 

It found on earth no resting-place, 
Save only in the grave. 

3 Such was our Lord ; and shall we fear 
The cross with all its scorn ? 

Or love a faithless, evil world, 
That wreathed His brow with thorn ? 

4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, 
Like Him, obedient still, 

We homeward press, through storm or calm, 
To Zion's blessed hill. 

Edward Denny 1839 


Lord, when we the path retrace 
Which Thou on earth hast trod, 

To man, Thy wondrous love and grace, 
Thy faithfulness to God:— 

2 Thy love, by man so sorely tried, 
Proved stronger than the grave ; 

The very spear that pierced Thy side 
Drew forth the blood to save. 

3 Faithful amidst unfaithfulness, 
Midst darkness only light, 

Thou didst Thy Father's name confess, 
And in His will delight. 

4 Lord, with sorrow and with shame, 
We meekly would confess 

How little we who bear Thy name, 
Thy mind, Thy ways, express. 

5 Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind : 
We would obedient be ; 

And all our rest and pleasure find 
In fellowship with Thee. 

James George Deck 184a 


Jesus, when I think of Thee, 
Thy manger, cross, and throne, 

My spirit trusts exultingly 
In Thee, and Thee alone. 

2 I see Thee in Thy weakness first; 
Then, glorious from Thy shame, 

1 see Thee death's strong fetters burst, 
And reach heaven's mightiest name. 

3 For me Thou didst become a man, 
For me didst weep and die; 

For me achieve Thy wondrous plan, 
For me ascend on high. 

4 let me share Thy holy birth, 
Thy faith, Thy death to sin! 

And, strong amidst the toils of earth, 
My heavenly life begin. 

5 Then shall I know what means the strain 
Triumphant of Saint Paul : 

"To live is Christ, to die is gain; " 
"Christ is my all in all." 

George Washington Bethutie 1847 


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Be-hold, where in a mor-tal form Ap-pears each grace di-vine ! The vir-tues, all in Je-sus met, With mildest radiance shine. 


Behold, where in a mortal form 

Appears each grace divine ! 
The virtues, all in Jesus met, 

With mildest radiance shine. 

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, 
To give the mourner joy, 

To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
Was His divine employ. 

3 'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn, 
Patient and meek He stood ; 

His foes, ungrateful, sought His life j 
He labored for their good. 

4 In the last hour of deep distress, 
Before His Father's throne, 

With soul resigned, He bowed, and said, 
"Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 

5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ; 
His image may we bear ; 

may we tread His holy steps, 
His joy and glory share ! 

William Enfield 1772 


What grace, Lord, and beauty shone 

Around Thy steps below: 
What patient love was seen in all 

Thy life and death of woe. 

2 Forever on Thy burdened heart 
A weight of sorrow hung ; 

Yet no ungentle, murmuring word 
Escaped Thy silent tongue. 

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 
Thy friends unfaithful prove ; 

Unwearied in forgiveness still, 
Thy heart could only love. 

4 give us hearts to love like Thee, 
Like Thee, Lord, to grieve, 

Far more for others' sins, than all 
The wrongs that we receive. 

5 One with Thyself, may every eye 
In us, Thy brethren, see 

That gentleness and grace that spring 
From union, Lord, with Thee. 

Edward Denny 1839 


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Master, let me walk with Thee 
In lowly paths of service free j 
Tell me Thy secret ; help me bear 
The strain of toil, the fret of care. 

2 Help me the slow of heart to move 
By some clear winning word of love ; 
Teach me the wayward feet to stay, 
And guide them in the homeward way. 

3 Teach me Thy patience ! still with Thee 
In closer, dearer company, 

In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, 
In trust that triumphs over wrong. 

4 In hope that sends a shining ray 
Far down the future's broadening way ; 
In peace that only Thou canst give, 
With Thee, Master, let me live ! 

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Thine arm, Lord, in days of old, 

Was strong to heal and save; 
It triumphed o'er disease and death, 

O'er darkness and the grave : 
To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, 

The palsied and the lame, 
The leper with his tainted life, 

The sick with fevered frame. 

2 And lo, Thy touch brought life and 


Gave speech, and strength, and sight; 
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed 

Owned Thee, the Lord of Light: 
And now, Lord, be near to bless, 

Almighty as of yore, 
In crowded streets, by restless couch, 

As by Gennesareth's shore. 

3 Be Thou our great Deliverer still, 
Thou Lord of life and death ; 

Restore and quicken, soothe and bless 
With Thine almighty breath. 

To hands that work and eyes that see 
Give wisdom's heavenly lore, 

That whole and sick, and weak and 
May praise Thee evermore. 

Edward Hayes Plumtre i366 


Immortal Love, forever full, 
Forever flowing free, 

Forever shared, forever whole, 

A never ebbing sea. 
Our outward lips confess the Name 

All other names above ; 
Love only knoweth whence it came, 

And comprehendeth love. 

2 We may not climb the heavenly steeps 
To bring the Lord Christ down ; 

In vain we search the lowest deeps, 
For Him no depths can drown. 

Nor holy bread, nor blood of grape 
The lineaments restore 

Of Him we know in outward shape 
And in the flesh no more. 

3 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet 
A present help is He ; 

And faith has still its Olivet, 

And love its Galilee. 
The healing of His seamless dress 

Is by our beds of pain ; 
We touch Him in life's throng and press, 

And we are whole again. 

4 Through Him the first fond prayers are 


Our lips of childhood frame ; 
The last low whispers of our dead 

Are burdened with His name. 
Lord and Master of us all ! 

Whate'er our name or sign, 
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, 

We test our lives by Thine. 

John Greenleaf Whittier 1867 

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0, where is He that spake, 
And demons from their victims flee, 

The dead their slumbers break ; 
The palsied rise in freedom strong, 

The dumb men talk and sing, 
And from blind eves, benighted long, 

Bright beams of morning spring. 

2 0, where is He that trod the sea, 

0, where is He that spake, 
And dark waves, rolling heavily, 

A glassy smoothness take ; 
And lepers, whose own flesh has been 

A solitary grave, 
See with amaze that they are clean, 

And cry, 'Tis He can save. 

3 0, where is He that trod the sea, 
'Tis only He can save ; 

To thousands hungering wearily, 

A wondrous meal He gave : 
Full soon, with food celestial fed, 

Their mystic fare they take ; 
'Twas springtide when He blest the bread, 

And harvest when He brake. 

4 0, where is He that trod the sea ; 
My soul, the Lord is here : 

Let all thy fears be hushed in thee ; 

To leap, to look, to hear, 
Be thine : thy needs He'll satisfy : 

Art thou diseased, or dumb ? 
Or dost thou in thy hunger cry ! 

" I come," saith Christ, " I come." 

Thomas Toke Lynch 1855 


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In duties and in sufferings too, 
Thy path, my Lord, I'd trace ; 

As Thou hast done, so would I do, 
Depending on Thy grace. 

2 With earnest zeal, 'twas Thy delight 
To do Thy Father's will ; 

may that zeal my love excite 
Thy precepts to fulfil ! 

3 Unsullied meekness, truth, and love, 
Through all Thy conduct shine ; 

may my whole deportment prove 
A copy, Lord, of Thine ! 

Benjamin Beddome 1799 

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We tread earth's rugged valley o'er, 

The thought, how comforting and sweet, 
Christ trod this very path before ! 

Our wants and weaknesses He knows, 

From life's first dawning to its close. 

2 Do sickness, feebleness or pain 
Or sorrow in our path appear ? 

The recollection will remain, 
More deeply did He suffer here: 

His life, how truly sad and brief, 

Filled up with suffering and with grief. 


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3 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray 
And whisper evil things within, 

So did he, in the desert way, 

Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin, 
When worn and in a feeble hour 
The tempter came with all his power. 

4 Just such as I, this earth He trod, 
With every human ill but sin; 

And though indeed the Son of God, 

As I am now, so He has been. 
My God, my Saviour, look on me 
With pity, love, and sympathy. 

James Edmeston 1847 

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Dark was the night, 
Oars labored heavily, 

Foam glimmered white, 
Trembled the mariners, 

Peril was nigh ; 
Then said the God of God, 

"Peace! It is I!" 

2 Ridge of the mountain-wave 

Lower thy crest ! 
Wail of Euroclydon, 

Be thou at rest ! 

Sorrow can never be, 

Darkness must fly, 
Where saith the Light of light, 

" Peace! It is I!" 

3 Jesus, Deliverer, 

Come Thou to me : 
Soothe Thou my voyaging 

Over life's sea ; 
Thou, when the storm of death 

Roars, sweeping by, 
Whisper, Thou Truth of truth, 

"Peace! It is I!" 

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Hear us, Jesus, as we meet, 

Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 

2 Every care, and every sorrow, 
Be it great, or be it small, 

Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, 

When, where'er, it may befall, 
Lay we humbly at Thy feet, 
Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 

3 Still the weary, sick and dying 
Need a brother's, sister's care ; 

On Thy higher help relying 

May we now their burden share, 
Bringing all our offerings meet, 
Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 

4 May each child of Thine be willing, 
Willing both in hand and heart, 

All the law of love fulfilling, 

Ever comfort to impart ; 
Ever bringing offerings meet, 
Suppliant to Thy mercy-seat. 

5 So may sickness, sin, and sadness, 
To Thy healing power yield, 

Till the sick and sad, in gladness, 

Eescued, ransomed, cleansed, healed, 
One in Thee together meet, 
Pardoned at Thy judgment-seat. 

Godfrey Thring 1866 



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How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 
From lips of gentleness and grace, 
When listening thousands gathered round, 
And joy and reverence filled the place. 

2 From heaven He came, of heaven he spoke, 
To heaven He led His followers' way ; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke, 
Unveiling an immortal day. 

3 " Come, wanderers, to My Father's home, 
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest:" 

Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blessed. 


John Bovrring 1823 

My dear Redeemer and my Lord. 

1 read my duty in Thy word ; 
But in Thy life the law appears, 
Drawn out in living characters. 

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, 
Such deference to Thy Father's will, 
Such love, and meekness so divine, 

I would transcribe and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer; 
The desert Thy temptations knew, 
Thy conflict and Thy victory too. 

4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear 
More of Thy gracious image here j 
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
Among the followers of the Lamb. 


Isaac AVatts 1709 

How beauteous were the marks divine, 
That in Thy meekness used to shine, 
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod 
In wondrous love, Son of God. 

2 who like Thee, so mild, so bright, 
Thou Son of Man, Thou Light of Light, 
who like Thee did ever go 

So patient, through a world of woe ? 

3 who like Thee, so humbly bore 
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ? 
So meek, so lowly, yet so high, 

So glorious in humility ? 

4 And death, that sets the prisoner free, 
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee ; 
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, 
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 

5 wondrous Lord, my soul would be 
Still more and more conformed to Thee, 
And learn of Thee, the lowly One, 
And like Thee, all my journey run. 

Arthur Cleveland Coxe 1838 


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Behold, the Prince of Peace, 

The chosen of the Lord, 
God's well-beloved Son fulfils 

The sure prophetic word. 

2 No royal pomp adorns 
This King of righteousness: 

Meekness and patience, truth and love, 
Compose His princely dress. 

3 Jesus, Thou light of men ! 
Thy doctrine life imparts. 

may we feel its quickening power 
To warm and glad our hearts ! 

4 Cheered by Thy beams, our souls 
Shall run the heavenly way. 

The path which Thou hast marked and trod 
Shall lead to endless day. 

John Xeedham 1768 



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Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 
And shall our cheeks be dry ? 

Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears 
The wondering angels see : 

Be thou astonished, my soul; 
He shed those tears for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep ; 
Each sin demands a tear ; 

In heaven alone no sin is found, 
And there's no weeping there. 

Benjamin Beddome 1787 

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It fills the heart with ecstasy, 
That God, the Son of God, should take 
Our mortal form for mortals' sake. 

2 He sent no angel, to our race, 
Of higher or of lower place, 
But wore the robe of human frame 
Himself, and to this lost world came. 


3 For us He prayed, for us He taught, 
For us His daily works He wrought, 
He bore the shameful cross and death ; 
For us at length gave up His breath. 

4 For us He rose from death again, 
For us He went on high to reign, 
For us He sent His Spirit here 

To guide, to strengthen and to cheer. 

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When, His salvation bringing, 

To Zion Jesus came, 
The children all stood singing 
. Hosanna to His name. 
Nor did their zeal offend Him, 

But as He rode along, 
He let them still attend Him, 

And smiled to hear their song. 

2 And since the Lord retaineth 
His love to children still, 

Though now as King He reigneth 

On Zion's heavenly hill j 
We'll flock around His banner, 

We'll bow before His throne, 
And cry aloud, Hosanna 

To David's royal Son. 

3 For should we fail proclaiming 
Our great Redeemer's praise, 

The stones, our silence shaming, 
Would their hosannas raise. 

But shall we only render 
The tribute of our words ? 

No ; while our hearts are tender, 
They too shall be the Lord's. 

John King 1830 

All glory, laud, and honor, 

To Thee, Redeemer, King! 
To whom the lips of children 

Made sweet hosannas ring. 
Thou art the King of Israel, 

Thou David's royal Son, 
Who in the Lord's name comest, 

The King and blessed One. 

2 The company of angels 
Are praising Thee on high ; 

And mortal men, and all things 

Created, make reply. 
The people of the Hebrews 

With palms before Thee went : 
Our praise and prayer and anthems 

Before Thee we present. 

3 To Thee before Thy passion 
They sang their hymns of praise : 

To Thee, now high exalted 

Our melody we raise. 
Thou didst accept their praises ; 

Accept the prayers we bring, 
Who in all good delightest, 

Thou good and gracious King. 

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How meet Thee on Thy wayj 
Blest hope of every nation, 

My soul's delight and stay? 
Jesus, Jesus, give me 

Now by Thine own pure light, 
To know whate'er is pleasing 

And welcome in Thy sight. 

2 Thy Zion palms is strewing, 
And branches fresh and fair ; 

My soul, in praise awaking, 
Her anthem shall prepare. 

Perpetual thanks and praises 

Forth from my heart shall spring j 

And to Thy name the service 
Of all my powers I bring. 

3 Ye who with guilty terror 

Are trembling, fear no more : 
With love and grace the Saviour 

Shall you to hope restore. 
He comes, who contrite sinners 

Will with the children place, 
The children of His Father, 

The heirs of life and grace. 

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Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep, 
Watch did Thine anxious servants keep, 
But Thou wast wrapped in guileless sleep, 
Calm and still. 

2 "Save, Lord; we perish," was their cry; 
"0 save us in our agony!" — 
Thy word above the storm rose high, 
" Peace be still." 




3 The wild winds hushed, the angry deep 
Sank, like a little child, to sleep, 
The sullen billows ceased to leap, 
At Thy will. 

3 So, when our life is clouded o'er, 
And storm-winds drift us from the shore, 
Say, lest we sink to rise no more, 
" Peace, be still." 

Godfrey Thring 1858 


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Ever patient, gentle, meek, 

Holy Saviour! was Thy mind; 
Vainly in myself I seek 

Likeness to my Lord to find ; 
Yet that mind which was in Thee, 
May be, must be formed in me. 
2 Days of toil, 'mid throngs of men, 

Vexed not, ruffled not Thy soul ; 
Still collected, calm, serene, 

Thou each feeling couldst control : 
Lord, that mind which was in Thee, 
May be, must be formed in me. 

3 Though such griefs were Thine to bear, 
For each sufferer Thou could'st feel ; 

Every mourner's burden share, 

Every wounded spirit heal; 
Saviour ! let Thy grace in me 
Form that mind which was in Thee. 

4 When my pain is most intense, 
Let Thy cross my lesson prove : 

Let me hear Thee e'en from thence, 

Breathing words of peace and love : 
Saviour! let Thy grace in me 
Form that mind which was in Thee. 

Charlotte Elliott 1836 


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Yet 'twas the Lord's abode ; 

Our feet may mourn this thorny way, 
Yet here Immanuel trod. 

2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear ; 
This watch the Lord did keep ; 

These burdens sore the Lord did bear ; 
These tears the Lord did weep ! 

3 This world the Master overcame; 
This death the Lord did die : 


vanquished world ! glorious shame ! 
hallowed agony ! 

4 vale of tears, no longer sad, 
Wherein the Lord did dwell! 

O holy robe of flesh that clad 
Our own Immanuel! 

5 Our very frailty brings us near 
Unto the Lord of heaven ; 

To every grief, to every tear, 
Such glory strange is given. 

Thomas Hornblower Gill 1850 

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Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 
Which before the cross we spend ; 

Life and health and peace possessing, 
Through the sinner's dying Friend. 

2 Here we sit, in wonder, viewing 
Mercy poured in streams of blood ; 

Precious drops, our souls bedewing, 
Make and plead our peace with God. 

3 Truly blessed is the station, 
Low before His cross to lie, 

While we see divine compassion 
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4 Lord in ceaseless contemplation 
Fix our hearts and eyes on Thee, 

Till we taste Thy whole salvation, 
And Thine unveiled glories see. 

5 For Thy sorrows we adore Thee, 
For the pains that wrought our peace 

Gracious Saviour, we implore Thee, 
In our hearts Thy love increase. 

6 Here we feel our sins forgiven, 
While upon the Lamb we gaze ; 

And our thoughts are all of heaven, 
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3 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh! 
The Father on His sapphire throne 
Expects His own anointed Son. 

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 
In lowly pomp, ride on to die : 

Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, 
Then take,0 God ! Thy power,and reign. 

Henry Hart Milman 1827 


Ride on, ride on in majesty! 

In lowly pomp, ride on to die ! 
Christ ! Thy triumphs now begin 

O'er captive death and conquered sin. 
2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! 

The winged squadrons of the sky 
Look down with sad and wondering eyes 

To see the approaching sacrifice. 


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The royal banners forward go, 
The cross shines forth in mystic glow; 
Where He in flesh, our flesh who made, 
Our sentence bore, our ransom paid. 

2 There while He hung, His sacred side 
By soldier's spear was opened wide, 

To cleanse us in the precious flood 
Of water mingled with His blood. 

3 To Thee, Eternal Three in One, 
Let homage meet by all be done : 
As by the cross Thou dost restore, 
So ride and guide us evermore. 


Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 

Jesus, whom angel hosts adore, 
Became a man of griefs for me; 


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In love, though rich, becomiug poor, 
That I through Him enriched might be. 

2 The ever blessed Son of God 
Went up to Calvary for me ; 

There paid my debt, there bore my load, 
In His own body on the tree. 

3 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies, 
Went down into the grave for me; 

There overcame my enemies, 
There won the glorious victory. 

4 'Tis finished all : the vail is rent, 
The welcome sure, the access free;- 

Now then, we leave our banishment, 
Father, to return to Thee ! 

Horatius Bonar 1857 

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Of Him who died up - on the cross; 

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It cheers with hope the gloomy day, 
And sweetens every bitter cup. 

4 It makes the coward spirit brave, 
And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; 

It takes its terror from the grave, 

And gilds the bed of death with light : 

5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, 
The measure and the pledge of love, 

The sinner's refuge here below, 

The angels' theme in heaven above. 

Thomas Kelly 1830 


We sing the praise of Him who died, 
Of Him who died upon the cross; 

The sinner's hope let men deride, 
For this we count the world but loss. 

2 Inscribed upon the cross we see, 
In shining letters, "God is Love;" 

He bears our sins upon the tree, 
He brings us mercy from above. 

3 The cross ! it takes our guilt away ; 
It holds the fainting spirit up ; 

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come, and mourn with me awhile ; 

come ye to the Saviour's side; 
come, together let us mourn ; 

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, 
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? 

Ah, look how patiently He hangs ; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed ; 
His throat with parching thirst is dried ; 

His failing eyes are dimmed with blood, 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 


4 £>even times He spake, seven words of love ; 
And all three hours His silence cried 

For mercy on the souls of men; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

5 Come, let us stand beneath the cross 
So may the blood from out His side 

Fall gently on us drop by drop ; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

6 A broken heart, a fount of tears 
Ask, and they will not be denied; 

Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, 
Since Thou for us art crucified. 

Frederick William Faber 1849 


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'Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow 
The star is dimmed that lately shone : 

'Tis midnight ; in the garden, now, 
The suffering Saviour prays alone. 

2 'Tis midnight ; and from all removed, 
The Saviour wrestles lone with *ears ; 

E'en that disciple whom He loved 

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt 
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; 

Yet He that hath in anguish knelt 
Is not forsaken by His God. 

4 'Tis midnight ; and from ether-plains 
Is borne the song that angels know ; 

Unheard by mortals are the strains 
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 

William Bingham Tappan 1822 


"'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried, 
And meekly bowed His head, and died: 
"'Tis finished!" yes, the race is run, 
The battle fought, the victory won. 

2 " 'Tis finished ! all that heaven decreed, 
And all the ancient Prophets said 

Is now fulfilled, as was designed, 
In Me, the Saviour of mankind. 

3 'Tis finished ! this My dying groan 
Shall sins of every kind atone; 
Millions shall be redeemed from death, 
By this My last expiring breath. 

4 'Tis finished ! let the joyful sound 

Be heard through all the nations round , 

'Tis finished ! let the echo fly 

Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky. 

Samuel Stennett 1787 

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When I survey the wondrous cross 
On which the Prince of glory died, 

My richest gain I count but loss, 

And pour contempt on all my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
Save in the death of Christ, my God; 

All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to His blood. 

3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down: 

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 

4 His dying crimson, like a robe, 
Spreads o'er His body on the tree : 

Then am I dead to all the globe, 
And all the globe is dead to me. 

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
That were a present far too small : 


Love so amazing, so divine, 

Demands my soul, my life, my all. 

— _ Isaac Watts 1707 


Lord Jesus, when we stand afar 
And gaze upon Thy holy cross, 

In love of Thee and scorn of self, 
may we count the world as loss. 

2 When we behold Thy bleeding wounds. 
And the rough way that Thou hast trod. 

Make us to hate the load of sin 
That lay so heavy on our God. 

3 holy Lord, uplifted high 

With outstretched arms, in mortal woe. 
Embracing in Thy wondrous love 
The sinful world that lies below ; 

4 Give us an ever-living faith 

To gaze beyond the things we see; 
And. in the mystery of Thy death, 
Draw us and all men unto Thee. 

William Walsham How 1854 

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the sweet wonders of that cross 
Where my Redeemer loved and died : 

Her noblest life my spirit draws 

From His dear wounds, and bleeding side. 

2 I would forever speak His name 
In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 

With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
And worship at His Father's throne. 

Isaac Watts 1707 

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There is a green hill far away, 

Without a city wall, 
Where the dear Lord was crucified, 

Who died to save us all. 

2 We may not know, we cannot tell 
What pains He had to bear ; 

But we believe it was for us 
He hung and suffered there. 

3 He died that we might be forgiven ; 
He died to make us good, 

That we might go at last to heaven, 
Saved by His precious blood. 

4 There was no other good enough 
To pay the price of sin j 

He only could unlock the gate 
Of heaven, and let us in. 

5 0, dearly, dearly has He loved, 
And we must love Him too, 

And trust in His redeeming blood, 
And try His works to do. 

Cecil Frances Alexander 18, 

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He, who once in righteous vengeance 
Whelmed the world beneath the flood, 

Once again in mercy cleansed it 
With His own most precious blood j 

Coming from His throne on high 

On the painful cross to die. 

2 the wisdom of the Eternal ! 

the depth of love Divine ! 
the sweetness of that mercy 

Which in Jesus Christ did shine ! 
We are sinners doomed to die; 
Jesus paid the penalty. 

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3 When before the Judge we tremble, 
Conscious of His broken laws, 

May the blood of His atonement 

Cry aloud, and plead our cause, 
Bid our guilty terrors cease, 
Be our pardon and our peace. 

4 Prince and Author of salvation, 
Lord of Majesty supreme, 

Jesus, praise to Thee be given 

By the world Thou didst redeem. 
Glory to the Father be, 
And the spirit, One with Thee. 

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1 saw One hanging on a tree, 
In agony and blood, 

Who fixed His languid eyes on me, 
As near His cross I stood. 

2 Sure, never till my latest breath, 
Can I forget that look; 

It seemed to charge me with His death, 
Though not a word He spoke. 

3 A second look He gave, which said, 
" I freely all forgive ; 

This blood is for Thy ransom paid; 
I die that thou may'st live." 

4 Thus while His death my sin displays 
In all its blackest hue, 

Such is the mystery of grace, 
It seals my pardon too. 

John Newton 1779 


To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now, 

Our weary souls repair, 
To dwell upon Thy dying love, 

And taste its sweetness there. 

2 Sweet resting-place of every heart 
That feels the plague of sin, 

Yet knows that deep mysterious joy, 
The peace of God within. 

3 There, through Thine hour of deepest woe, 
Thy suffering spirit passed j 

Grace there its wondrous victory gained, 
And love endured its last. 

4 Dear suffering Lamb, Thy bleeding wounds, 
With cords of love divine, 

Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee, 
And linked our life with Thine. 

5 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours : 
Dear Lord, we wait to see 

Creation, all — below, above, 
Redeemed and blest by Thee. 

6 Our longing eyes would fain behold 
That bright and blessed brow, 

Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear 
Its crown of glory now. 

Edward Denny 1839 




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Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 
And did my Sovereign die ? 

Would He devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as I? 

2 Was it for crimes that 1 had done 
He groaned upon the tree ? 

Amazing pity! grace unknown! 
And love beyond degree ! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
And shut His glories in, 

When God, the mighty Maker, died 
For man, the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
While His dear cross appears : 

Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness ! 
And melt, mine eyes, to tears! 

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
The debt of love I owe ; 

Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
'Tis all that I can do. 

Isaac Watts 1707 





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O sacred Head, now wounded, 

With grief and shame weighed down, 
Now scornfully surrounded 

With thorns, Thine only crown ; 
sacred Head, what glory. 

What bliss, till now was Thine ! 
Yet, though despised and gory, 

I joy to call Thee mine. 

2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered 
Was all for sinner's gain : 

Mine, mine was the transgression, 

But Thine the deadly pain : 
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! 

'Tis I deserve Thy place ; 
Look on me with Thy favor, 

Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 

3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, 
Above all joys beside, 

When in Thy body broken, 

I thus with safety hide: 
My Lord of life, desiring 

Thy glory now to see, 
Beside the cross expiring, 

I'd breathe my soul to Thee, 

4 What language shall I borrow 

To thank Thee, dearest Friend, 
For this Thy dying sorrow, 

Thy pity without end ? 
make me Thine forever; 

And should I fainting be, 
Lord, let me never, never, 

Outlive my love to Thee. 

Paul Gerhardt 1656 
/■ Tr. by James Waddell Alexander 1829 


My sins, my sins, my Saviour ! 

Their guilt I never knew 
Till, with Thee, in the desert 

I near Thy passion drew ; 
Till, with Thee, in the garden, 

I heard Thy pleading prayer, 
And saw the sweat-drops bloody, 

That told Thy sorrow there. 

2 Therefore my songs, my Saviour, 

E'en in this time of woe, 
Shall tell of all Thy goodness 

To suffering man below. 
Thy goodness and Thy favor, 

Whose presence from above, 
Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour, 

That live in Thee and love. 

John Samuel Bewley Monseli 1862 

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Jesus, we adore Thee, 

Upon the cross, our King : 
We bow our hearts before Thee ; 

Thy gracious name we sing: 
That name hath brought salvation, 

That name, in life our stay ; 
Our peace, our consolation 

When life shall fade away. 

2 Yet doth the world disdain Thee, 
Still passing by Thy cross : 

Lord, may our hearts retain Thee; 
All else we count but loss. 

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Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned Thee, 
And nailed Thee to the tree : 

Our pride, Lord, disdained Thee; 
Yet deign our hope to be. 

3 glorious King, we bless Thee, 

No longer pass Thee by; 
Jesus, we confess Thee 

Our Lord enthroned on high. 
Lord, grant to us remission ; 

Life through Thy death restore ; 
Yea, grant us the fruition 

Of life for evermore. 

Arthur Tozer Russell 1851 

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Thy life was given for ine ! 

Thy blood, Lord, was shed 
That I might ransomed be, 
And quickened from the dead. 
Thy life was given for me: 
What have I given for Thee ? 

2 Long years were spent for me 
In weariness and woe, 

That through eternity 
Thy glory I might know. 

Long years were spent for me : 
Have I spent one for Thee ? 

3 Thy Father's home of light, 
Thy rainbow-circled throne, 

Were left for earthly night, 


For wanderings sad and lone. 
Yea, all was left for me : 
Have I left aught for Thee ? 

4 And Thou hast brought to me 
Down from Thy home above 

Salvation full and free, 
Thy pardon and Thy love. 

Great gifts Thou broughtest me : 
What have I brought to Thee ? 

5 let my life be given, 

My years for Thee be spent ! 
World-fetters all be riven, 
And joy with suffering blent. 

Thou gavest Thyself for me : 

I give myself to Thee. 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1858 

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All that He left His throne a-bove 


perfect life of love ! 

All, all is finished now ; 
All that He left His throne above 

To do for us below. 
2 No pain that we can share 

But He has felt its smart ; 
All forms of human grief and care 

Have pierced that tender heart. 

3 And on His thorn-crowned head, 
And on His sinless soul, 

Our sins in all their guilt were laid, 
That He might make us whole. 

4 In perfect love He dies : 
For me He dies, for me : 

all-atoniug Sacrifice, 
I cling by faith to Thee. 

Henry Williams Baker 1874 

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Jesus, in Thy dying woes, 
Even while Thy life-blood flows, 
Craving pardon for Thy foes : 
Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

2 Saviour, for our pardon sue. 
When our sins Thy pangs renew, 
For we know not what we do : 

3 may we, who mercy need, 
Be like Thee in heart and deed, 
When with wrong our spirits bleed : 

Part II. 
Jesus, pitying the sighs 
Of the thief, who near Thee dies, 
Promising him paradise : 

2 May we in our guilt and shame, 
Still Thy love and mercy claim, 
Calling humbly on Thy name: 

3 remember us who pine, 
Looking from our cross to Thine ; 
Cheer our souls with hope divine : 

Part III. 
Jesus, loving to the end 
Her whose heart Thy sorrows rend, 
And Th}' dearest human friend : 

2 May we in Thy sorrows share, 
And for Thee all peril dare, 
And enjoy Thy tender care : 

3 May we all Thy loved ones be, 
All one holy family, 

Loving for the love of Thee : 

Part IV. 
Jesus, whelmed in fears unknown. 
With our evil left alone, 
While no light from heaven is shown: 


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2 When we vainly seem to pray, 
And our hope seems far away, 
In the darkness be our stay : 

3 Though no Father seem to hear, 
Though no light our spirits cheer, 
Tell our faith that God is near : 

Part. V. 
Jesus, in Thy thirst and pain. 
While Thy wounds Thy life-blood drain. 
Thirsting more our love to gain : 

2 Thirst for us in mercy still ; 
All Thy holy work fulfil — 
Satisfy Thy loving will : 

3 May we thirst Thy love to know ; 
Lead us in our sin and woe 
Where the healing waters flow : 

Part VI. 
Jesus. — all our ransom paid. 
All Thy Father's will obeyed. 
By Thy sufferings perfect made : 

2 Save us in our souls' distress. 
Be our help to cheer and bless, 
While we grow in holiness: 

3 Brighten all our heavenward way, 
With an ever holier ray. 

Till we pass to perfect day : 

Part VII. 
Jesus, — all Thy labor vast, 
All Thy woe and conflict past, — 
Yielding up Thy soul at last: 

2 When the death shades round us lower. 
Guard us from the tempter's power, 
Keep us in that trial hour: 

3 May Thy life and death supply 
Grace to live and grace to die, 
Grace to reach the home on high : 

Thomas Benson Pollock 1874 

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Near the cross was Mary weeping, 
There her mournful station keeping, 

Gazing on her dying son: 
There, in speechless anguish groaning, 
Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, 

Through her soul the sword had gone. 
2 When no eye its pity gave us, 
When there was no arm to save us, 

He His love and power displayed : 

By His stripes He wrought our healing, 
By His death, our life revealing, 

He for us the ransom paid. 
3 Jesus, may Thy love constrain us, 
That from sin we may refrain us, 

In Thy griefs may deeply grieve : 
Thee our best affections giving, 
To Thy glory ever living, 

May we in Thy glory live. 

Tr. by James Waddell Alexander 1842 


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Saviour, Thy dying love 

Thou gavest me : 
Nor should I aught withhold, 

Dear Lord, from Thee : 
In love my soul would bow, 
My heart fulfill its vow, 
Some offering bring Thee now, 

Something for Thee. 
2 O'er the blest mercy-seat, 

Pleading for me, 
My feeble faith looks up, 

Jesus, to Thee : 
Help me the cross to bear, 
Thy wondrous love declare, 
Some song to raise, or prayer, 

Something for Thee. 

3 Give me a faithful heart — 
Likeness to Thee, 

That each departing day 

Henceforth may see 
Some work of love begun, 
Some deed of kindness done, 
Some wanderer sought and won, 

Something for Thee. 

4 All that I am and have — 
Thy gifts so free — 

In joy, in grief, through life, 

Dear Lord, for Thee: 
And when Thy face I see, 
My ransomed soul shall be, 
Through all eternity, 

Something for Thee. 

Sylvanus Dryden Phelps 186: 

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All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow, 

Human taunts and fiendish spite ; 
Death shall be despoiled to-morrow 

Of the prey he grasps to-night; 
Yet once more to seal his doom, 
Christ must sleep within the tomb. 
2 Close and still the cell that holds Him, 

While in brief repose He lies ; 
Deep the slumber that enfolds Him, 

Veiled awhile from mortal eyes; 
Slumber such as needs must be 
After hard-won victory. 






3 Fierce and deadly was the anguish, 
Which on yonder cross He bore ; 

How did soul and body languish, 
Till the toil of death was o'er: 
But that toil, so fierce and dread, 
Bruised and crushed the serpent's head. 

4 Now to-night, with plaintive voicing, 
Chant His requiem soft and low j 

Loftier strain of loud rejoicing 

From to-morrow's harps shall flow: 
"Death and hell at length are slain, 
Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign." 

John Moultrie 1858 

Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow, 

Where the blood of Christ was shed, 

Perfect man on thee was tortured, 
Perfect God on thee has bled! 

Here the King of all the ages, 
Throned in light ere worlds could be ; 
Robed in mortal flesh is dying, 
Crucified by sin for me. 

3 mysterious condescending! 
abandonment sublime ! 

Very God Himself is bearing 
All the sufferings of time-! 

4 Evermore for human failure 
By His passion we can plead ; 

God has borne all mortal anguish, 
Surely He will know our need. 

James Sparrow Simpson 1886 


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Tell His triumphs far and wide 5 
Tell aloud the wondrous story 

Of His body crucified ; 
How upon the cross a victim, 

Vanquishing in death He died. 

2 Such the order God appointed 
When for sin He would atone ; 

To the serpent thus opposing 

Schemes yet deeper than his own ; 

Thence the remedy procuring, 

Whence the fatal wound had come. 

3 Thus did Christ to perfect manhood 
In our mortal flesh attain : 

Then of His free choice He goeth 

To a death of bitter pain; 
He, the Lamb, upon the altar 

Of the cross, for us was slain. 

4 Lo, with gall His thirst He quenches! 
See the thorns upon His brow ! 

Nails His hands and feet are rending ! 

See, His side is open now! 
Whence, to cleanse the whole creation, 

Streams of blood and water flow. 

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Ye that feel the tempter's power ; 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 

"Watch with Him one bitter hour : 
Turn not from His griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

2 Follow to the judgment-hall, 
View the Lord of life arraigned ; 

the wormwood and the gall! 

the pangs His soul sustained ! 
Shun not suffering, shame or loss; 
Learn of Him to bear the cross. 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; 
There, adoring at His feet, 

Mark that miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete: 
" It is finished," hear the cry; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 

4 Early hasten to the tomb, 

Where they laid His breathless clay : 
All is solitude and gloom ; 

Who hath taken Him away I 
Christ is risen ; He meets our eyes ; 
Saviour, teach us so to rise. 

James Montgomery 1819 


Resting from His work to-day, 
In the tomb the Saviour lay ; 
Still He slept, from head to feet 
Shrouded in the winding sheet, 
Lying in the rock alone, 
Hidden by the sealed stone. 

2 Late at even there was seen 
Watching long the Magdalene; 
Early, ere the break of day, 
Sorrowful she took her way 
To the holy garden glade, 
Where her buried Lord was laid. 

3 So with Thee, till life shall end, 
I would solemn vigil spend; 

Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine 
In this rocky heart of mine, 
Where in pure embalmed cell 
None but Thee may ever dwell. 

4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, 
True affection's offering ; 

Close the door from sight and sound 
Of the busy world around ; 
And in patient watch remain 
Till my Lord appear again. 

Thomas AVhytehead 1842 

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Hark, the voice of love and mercy 

Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
See, it rends the rocks asunder, 

Shakes the earth and veils the sky : 
" It is finished ! " 

Hear the dying Saviour cry. 
2 " It is finished ! " what pleasure 

Do these charming words afford ! 
Heavenly blessings, without measure 

Flow to us from Christ the Lord : 

" It is finished ! " 
Saints, the dying words record. 
3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 

Join to sing the pleasing theme; 
All on earth and all in heaven, 
Join to praise Immanuel's name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 

Jonathan Evans 1787 

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By Jesus' grave on either hand, 

While night is brooding o'er the land, 

:The sad and silent mourners stand. :|j 

At last the weary life is o'er, 

The agony and conflict sore, 

Of Him who all our sufferings bore.:|| 


2 hearts bereaved and sore distressed, 
Here is for you a place of rest; 
Here leave your griefs on Jesus' breast. :| 
So when the Dayspring from on high 
Shall chase the night and fill the sky, 
:Then shall the Lord again draw nigh.:j| 

Isaac G. Smith 1871 

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Precious, precious blood of Jesus, 

Shed on Calvary, 
Shed for rebels, shed for sinners, 

Shed for thee ! 

2 Though thy sins are red like crimson, 

Deep in scarlet glow, 
Jesus' precious blood shall wash thee 

White as snow. 

3 Precious blood that hath redeemed us! 

All the price is paid ! 
Perfect pardon now is offered, 
Peace is made. 

4 Precious blood ! by this we conquer 

In the fiercest fight, 
Sin and Satan overcoming , 
By its might. 

Frances R. Havergal 1874 

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For Thee, my Saviour, scarce my tears will flow. 

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My Lord, my Master, at Thy feet adoring, 

I see Thee bowed beneath Thy load of woe : 
For me, a sinner, is Thy life-blood pouring; 

For Thee, my Saviour, scarce my tears will flow. 

2 Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold Thee ; 
With friendship's kiss and loyal word he came : 

How oft of faithful love my lips have told Thee, 
"While Thou hast seen my falsehood and my shame. 

3 With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems Thy weakness, 
With blows and outrage adding pain to pain : 

Thou art unmoved and steadfast in Thy meekness ; 
When I am wronged how quickly I complain. 

4 Victim of Thy love! pangs most healing! 

saving death ! wounds that I adore! 

O shame most glorious! Christ, before Thee kneeling, 

1 pray Thee keep me Thine for evermore. 

Jacques Bridaine 11701-176-) Tr. Thomas B. Pollock 18 

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Thou sore oppressed, the Sabbath-rest 

In yon still grave art keeping: 
All Thy labor now is done, 

Past is all Thy weeping. 
2 The strife is o'er, naught hurts Thee more 

The heart at last hath slumbered 
That in conflict sore for us 

Bore our sins unnumbered. 

3 Thou awful tomb, once filled with gloom, 
How blessed and how holy 

Art. thou now, since in the grave 
Slept the Saviour lowly ! 

4 Lord, our Rock, soon grant Thy flock 
To see Thy Easter morning: 

Strife and pain will all be past 
When that day is dawning. 

Tr. by Catherine Wink worth 1862 


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Come, ye faithful, raise the strain 

Of triumphant gladness! 
God hath brought His Israel 

Into joy from sadness, 
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke 

Jacob's sons and daughters. 
Led them with unmoistened foot 

Through the Red sea waters. 

2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day : 

Christ hath burst His prison, 
From the frost and gloom of death 

Light and life have risen. 
All the winter of our sins, 

Long and dark, is flying 
From His light to whom we give 

Thanks and praise undying. 


3 Now the queen of seasons, bright 
With the day of splendor, 

With the royal feast of feasts, 

Comes its joy to render ; 
Comes to glad Jerusalem, 

Who, with true affection, 
Welcomes in unwearied strains 

Jesus' resurrection ! 

4 " Hallelujah! " now we cry 
To our King Immortal, 

Who, triumphant, burst the bars 
Of the tomb's dark portal ; 

"Hallelujah" with the Son, 
God the Father praising; 

"Hallelujah" yet again 
To the Spirit raising. 

John of Damascene, ab. -co Tr. by John Mason Keale 1862 

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The Lord is risen indeed ! " 
The grave hath lost its prey ; 
With Him shall rise the ransomed seed 
To reign in endless day. 

2 "The Lord is risen indeed!" 

He lives, to die no more ; 
He lives, His people's cause to plead, 

Whose curse and shame He bore. 

3 "The Lord is risen indeed!" 
Attending angels, hear ! 

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed 
The joyful tidings bear! 

4 Then take your golden lyres, 
And strike each cheerful chord; 

Join all the bright, celestial choirs, 
To sing our risen Lord ! 

Thomas Kelly 1804 

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The day of resurrection, 

Earth, tell it out abroad: 
The Passover of gladness, 

The Passover of God. 
From death to life eternal, 

From earth unto the sky, 
Our Christ hath brought us over, 

With hymns of victory. 

2 Our hearts be pure from evil, 
That we may see aright 

The Lord in rays eternal 
Of resurrection-light j 

And, listening to His accents, 
May hear, so calm and plain 

His own ''All hail!" and hear] 
May raise the victor-strain. 

3 Now let the heavens be joyful ; 

Let earth her song begin ; 
Let the round world keep triumph 

And all that is therein; 
Invisible and visible, 

Their notes let all things blend, 
For Christ the Lord hath risen, 

Our joy that hath no end. 

John of Damascene, ab. 700 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862 

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Christ is risen ! Hallelujah ! 
Risen our victorious Head ! 
Sing His praises! Hallelujah ! 

Christ is risen from the dead ! 
Gratefully our hearts adore Him, 

As His light once more appears; 
Bowing down in joy before Him, 
Rising up from grief and tears. 
Ref. — Christ is risen ! Hallelujah ! 
Risen our victorious Head. 
Sing His praises! Hallelujah! 
Christ is risen from the dead ! 
2 Christ is risen ! all the sadness 
Of His earthly life is o'er: 

From Tucker's Children's Hymnal, by per. 

Through the open gates of gladness 

He returns to life once more ; 
Death and hell before Him bending, 

He doth rise, the victor now : 
Angels on His steps attending; 

Glory round His wounded brow. — Ref. 
3 Christ is risen ! henceforth never 

Death or hell shall us enthrall : 
We are Christ's, in Him for ever 

We have triumphed over all ; 
All the doubting and dejection 

Of our trembling hearts have ceased : 
'Tis His day of resurrection ! 

Let us rise and keep the Feast. — Ref. 

John Samuel Bewley Mousell 1863 

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How calm and beautiful the morn, 
That gilds the sacred tomb, 

Where Christ the Crucified was borne, 
And veiled in midnight gloom ! 

O weep no more the Saviour slain : 

The Lord is risen ! He lives again ! 

2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear 
For your departed Lord ; 

" Behold the place, He is not here," 

The tomb is all unbarred : 
The gates of death were closed in vain : 
The Lord is risen ! He lives again ! 
3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer 

Your early footsteps bend; 
The Saviour will Himself be there, 

Your advocate and friend : 
Once by the law your hopes were slain, 
But now in Christ ye live again. 

Thomas Hastings 1832 

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Praise to Him and glory giving. 
Freely God doth aid dispense ; 
This shall be my confidence. 

4 Jesus lives ! I know full well, 
Naught from me His love shall sever ; 

Life, nor death, nor powers of hell, 

Part me now from Christ for ever. 
God will be a sure defence : 
This shall be my confidence. 

5 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death 
But the gate of life immortal ; 

This shall calm my trembling breath, 

When I pass its gloomy portal. 
Faith shall cry, as fails each sense, 
" Lord, Thou art my confidence ! " 

Christian F. Gellert 1757 Tr. by Frances Elizabeth Cox 1841, 1864 

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Jesus lives ! no longer now 

Can thy terrors, Death, appal me ; 

Jesus lives ! by this I know, 

From the grave He will recall me. 

Brighter scenes will then commence j 

This shall be my confidence. 

2 Jesus lives! to Him the throne 
High o'er heaven and earth is given : 

I shall go where He is gone, 

Live and reign with Him in heaven. 
God is pledged ; weak doubtings, hence ! 
This shall be my confidence. 

3 Jesus lives ! for me He died, 
Hence will I, to Jesus living, 

Pure in heart and act abide, 


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Awake, glad soul! awake, awake! 

Thy Lord hath risen long; 
Go to His grave, and with thee take 

Both tuneful heart and song ; 
Where life is waking all around, 

Where love's sweet voices sing, 
The first bright blossom may be found 

Of an eternal spring. 

2 The shade and gloom of life are fled 
This resurrection day ; 

Henceforth in Christ are no more dead, 
The grave hath no more prey : 

In Christ we live, in Christ we sleep, 
In Christ we wake and rise ; 

And the sad tears death makes us weep, 
He wipes from all our eyes. 

3 Then wake, glad heart! awake, awake! 
And seek thy risen Lord, 

Joy in His resurrection take 

And comfort in His word: 
And let thy life through all its ways 

One long thanksgiving be, 
Its theme of joy, its song of praise, 

" Christ died and rose for me." 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863 

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The morning purples all the 

The air with praises rings, 
Defeated hell stands sullen by, 

The world exulting sings: 
While He, the King all strong to save, 

Rends the dark doors away, 
And through the breaches of the grave 

Strides forth into the day. 

2 Death's captive in his gloomy prison 
Fast fettered He has lain ; 

But He has mastered death, is risen, 
And death wears now the chain. 

The shining angels cry, "Away 
With grief; no spices bring; 

Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, 
Should greet the rising King!" 

3 That Thou our Paschal Lamb may'st oe, 
And endless joy begin, 

Jesus, Deliverer, set us free 

From the dread death of sin. 
Glory to God ! our glad lips cry ; 

All praise and worship be 
On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, 

For Christ's great victory ! 

Ambrose 397 Tr. by Alexander Rami ay Thompson 1867 


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Welcome, Thou Victor in the strife, 
Now welcome from the cave ! 

To-day we triumph iu Thy life 
Around Thine empty grave. 

2 let Thy conquering banner wave 
O'er hearts Thou makest free, 

And point the path that from the grave 
Leads heavenward up to Thee. 

3 We bury all our sins and crime 
Deep in our Saviour's tomb, 

And seek the treasure there, that time 
Nor change can e'er consume. 

4 We die with Thee: let us live 
Henceforth to Thee aright ; 

The blessings Thou hast died to give 
Be daily in our sight. 

Benjamin Schmolke 1712 Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1855 


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Ye choirs of new Jerusalem, 

Your sweetest notes employ, 
The Paschal victory to hymn 

In strains of holy joy. 
For Judah's Lion bursts His chains, 

Crushing the serpent's head ; 
And cries aloud through death's domains, 

To wake the imprisoned dead. 

2 Triumphant in His glory now, 

To Him all power is given ; 
To Him in one communion bow 

All saints in earth and heaven. 
While we, His soldiers, praise our King, 

His mercy we implore, 
Within His palace bright to bring 

And keep us evermore. 

Fulbert 1020 Tr. by Robert Campbell 1850 

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Hearts to heaven and voices raise 
Sing to God a hymn of gladness, 

Sing to God a hymn of praise; 
He, who on the cross a victim, 

For the world's salvation bled, 
Jesus Christ, the King of glory, 

Now is risen from the dead. 

2 Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits 

Of the holy harvest field, 
Which will all its full abundance 

At His second coming yield ; 

Then the golden ears of harvest 
Will their heads before Him wave 

Ripened by His glorious sunshine 
From the furrows of the grave. 

3 Christ is risen, we are risen ; 

Shed upon us heavenly grace, 
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory 

From the brightness of Thy face; 
That we, with our hearts in heaven, 

Here on earth may faithful be, 
And by angel-hands be gathered, 

And be ever, Lord, with Thee. 

Christopher Wordsworth 1862 

288 P- M. 

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 

The strife is o'er, the battle done ! 

The victory of life is won ; 

The song of triumph has begun, Alleluia! 

2 The powers of death have done their worst ; 
But Christ their legions hath dispersed ; 
Let shouts of holy joy outburst, 

3 The three sad days are quickly sped ; 

He rises glorious from the dead: 
All glory to our risen Head ! 

4 He closed the yawning gates of hell ; 
The bars from heaven's high portals fell : 
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell ! 

5 Lord, by the stripes that wounded Thee, 
From death's dread sting Thy servants free, 
That we may live, and sing to Thee, Alleluia! 

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Sing with all the sons of glo - ry, Sing the res - ur rec - tion song ! Death and sor - row, 

Sing with all the sons of glory, 

Sing the resurrection song ! 
Death and sorrow, earth's dark story, 

To the former days belong : 
All around the clouds are breaking, 

Soon the storms of time shall cease, 
In God's likeness man, awakiog, 

Knows the everlasting peace. 

2 Life eternal! heaven rejoices, 
Jesus lives who once was dead ; 

Join, man, the deathless voices, 
Child of God, lift up thy head! 

Patriarchs from distant ages, 

Saints all longing for their heaven, 

Prophets, psalmists, seers, and sages, 
All await the glory given. 

3 Life eternal ! what wonders 

Crowd on faith; what joy unknown, 
When, amidst earth's closing thunders, 

Saints shall stand before the throne ! 
to enter that bright portal, 

See that glowing firmament, 
Know, with Thee, God immortal, 

" Jesus Christ, whom Thou hast sent ! " 

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Christ is risen ! Clirist is risen ! 

He hath burst His bonds in twain! 
Christ is risen ! Christ is risen ! 

Alleluia ! swell the strain ! 
For our gain He suffered loss 

By Divine decree ; 
He hath died upon the cross, 

But our God is He.— Ref. 

2 See the chains of death are broken ! 

Earth below and heaven above 
Joy in each amazing token 

Of His rising, Lord of love ; 
He for evermore shall reign 

By the Father's side, 

Till He comes to earth again, 
Comes to claim His bride. — Ref. 

3 Glorious angels downward thronging 

Hail the Lord of all the skies ; 
Heaven, with joy and holy longing 

For the Word incarnate cries, 
" Christ is risen ! Earth, rejoice.' 

Gleam, ye starry train ! 
All creation, find a voice ! 

He o'er all shall reign ! " 

Ref. — Christ is risen ! Christ is risen ! 

He hath burst His bonds in twain ! 
Christ is risen, Christ is risen, 
O'er the universe to reign ! 

Archer Thompson Gurney 1862 

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Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky; 
The Lord has risen with victory : 
Let earth be glad, and raise the crv, 

2 The Prince of Life with death has striven, 
To cleanse the earth His blood has given; 
Has rent the veil, and opened heaven: 
Hallelujah ! 

3 Our bodies, mouldering to decay, 
Are sown to rise to heavenly day ; 
For He by rising bursts the way : 

Hallelujah ! 

4 0, praise the Father, and the Son, 
Who has for us the triumph won, 
And Holy Ghost, the Three in One : 

Hallelujah ! 

Latin Tr. W. Cooke 1872 

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Lift your glad voic-es in triumph on high, For Je - sus hath ris - en, and man shall not die; 

Vain were the ter-rors that gathered a - round Him, And short the do-minion of death and the grave; 

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 

For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die; 

Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him, 

And short the dominion of death and the grave; 

He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him, 

Resplendent in glory, to live and to save : 

Loud was the chorus of angels on high, 

The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die. 

2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy ; 

The being He gave us death cannot destroy : 

Sad were the life we may part with to-morrow, 

If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; 

But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, 

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend : 

Lift then your voices in triumph on high, 

For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. 

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Shout, earth, in rapturous song, 
Let the strains be sweet and strong. 

5 Every note with wonder swell, 
Sin o'erthrown and captived hell ; 
Where is hell's once dreaded king ? 
Where, death, thy mortal sting? 

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Angels, roll the rock away, 
Death, yield up thy mighty prey : 
See, He rises from the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

2 'Tis the Saviour: angels, raise 
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Who endured the cross and grave, 
Sinners to redeem and save. 

3 But the pains which He endured, 
Our salvation have procured : 
Now above the sky He's King, 
Where the angels ever sing. 

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Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

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" Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day," 
Sons of men and angels say; 
Raise yonr joys and triumphs high; 
Sing, ye heavens ; and earth, reply. 
2 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; 
Christ has burst the gates of hell ; 
Death in vain forbids His rise ; 
Christ has opened paradise. 

3 Lives again our glorious King : 
Where, Death, is now thy sting? 
Once He died our souls to save: 
Where's thy victory, grave ! 

4 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
Following our exalted Head : 
Made like Him, like Him we rise ; 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

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Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son, 

to-day! Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. 

Lo ! the dead is living, God for evermore ! Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won 
Him, their true Creator, all His works adore ! to-day. 

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Speak His sorrow ended, hail His triumph Lord! 

Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age 

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3 Months in due succession, days of lengthen- 6 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with 

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Brightness of the morning, sky and fields Shew Thy face in brightness, bid the nations 

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"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age Thee! [day! 

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Never more to suffer, 

Never more to die ; 
Jesus, King of glory, 

Is gone up on high!— Rep. 

3 Praying for His children 

In that blessed place, 
Calling them to glory, 

Sending them His grace ; 
His bright home preparing, 

Faithful ones, for you ; 
Jesus ever liveth, 

Ever loveth too. — Ref. 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1873 


Golden harps are sounding, 

Angel voices sing. 
Pearly gates are opened, 

Opened for the King-, 
Jesus, King of glory, 

Jesus, King of love, 
Is goue up in triumph 

To His throne above. 

Rep. — All His work is ended, 
Joyfully we sing; 
Jesus hath ascended 
Glory to our King 

2 He who came to save us, 
He who bled and died, 

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Has received Him from our sight ; 
High in heaven, where eye of men 
Follows not, nor angels' ken ; 
Through the veils of time and space, 
Passed in to the holiest place; 
All the toil, the sorrow done, 
All the battle fouglit and won. 

2 He is gone ; towards their goal 
World and Church must onward roll: 
Far behind we leave the past; 
Forward are our glances cast : 

Still His words before us range 
Through the ages, as they change : 
"Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead, 
He will give whate'er we need. 

3 He is gone ; but we once more 
Shall behold Him as before ; 
In the heaven of heavens the same, 
As on earth He went and came. 
In the many mansions there, 
Place for us He will prepare: 
In that world unseen, unknown, 
He and we shall yet be one. 

Arthur Penrhyn Stanley 1862 


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At the Name of Jesus 

Every knee shall bow, 
Every tongue confess Him 

King of glory now : 
'Tis the Father's pleasure 

We should call Him Lord, 
Who from the beginning 

Was the Mighty Word. 

2 Humbled for a season, 

To receive a Name 
From the lips of sinners 

Unto whom He came, 
Faithfully He bore it 

Spotless to the last, 
Brought it back victorious, 

When from death He passed: 

3 In your hearts enthrone Him ; 
There let Him subdue 

All that is not holy, 

All that is not true ; 
Crown Him as your Captain 

In temptation's hour; 
Let His will enfold you 

In its light and power. 

4 Brothers, this Lord Jesus 
Shall return again, 

With His Father's glory, 

With His Angel train ; 
For all wreaths of empire 

Meet upon His brow, 
And our hearts confess Him 

King of glory now. 

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Assume Thy right; 
And where in many a fold 
The clouds are backward rolled, 
Pass through those gates of gold, 

And reign in light. 

2 Victor o'er death and hell, 
Cherubic legions swell 

Thy radiant train . 
Praises all heaven inspire 
Each angel sweeps his lyre, 
And waves his wings of fire, 

Thou Lamb once slain. 

3 Enter, incarnate God! 
No feet but Thine have trod 

The serpent down : 
Blow the full trumpets, blow, 
Wider yon portals throw, 
Saviour, triumphant, go, 

And take Thy crown. 

4 Lion of Judah, hail ! 
And let Thy name prevail 

From age to age : 
Lord of the rolling years, 
Claim for Thine own the spheres, 
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Our Lord is risen from the dead, 

Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
The powers of hell are captive led, 

Dragged to the portals of the sky. 
There His triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the solemn lay : — 
" Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 

Ye everlasting doors, give way. 

2 " Loose all your bars of massy light, 
And wide unfold the ethereal scene ; 

He claims these mansions as His right j 
Receive the King of glory in." 

" Who is this King of glory, who 1 ?" 
"The Lord that all His foes o'ercame; 

The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; 
And Jesus is the conqueror's name." 

3 Lo, His triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay : — 

"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
Ye everlasting doors, give way." 

"Who is this King of glory, who?" 

" The Lord of glorious power possessed, 

The King of saints and angels, too : 
God over all, forever blessed." 

Charles Wesley 1741 


Saviour, who for man hast trod 

The winepress of the wrath of God, 

Ascend, and claim again on high 

Thy glory, left for us to die. 

A radiant cloud is now Thy seat, 

And earth lies stretched beneath Thy feet ; 

Ten thousand thousands round Thee sing, 

And share the triumph of their King. 

2 The angel-host enraptured waits : 
"Lift up your heads, eternal gates! " 
God and Man ! the Father's throne 
Is now, for evermore, Thine own. 

Our great High-Priest and Shepherd, Thou 
Within the veil art entered now, 
To offer there Thy precious blood, 
Once poured on earth a cleansing flood. 

3 And thence the Church, Thy chosen bride 
With countless gifts of grace supplied, 
Through all her members draws from Thee 
Her hidden life of sanctity. 

Christ, our Lord, of Thy dear care 
Thy lowly members heavenward bear ; 
Be ours with Thee to suffer pain, 
With Thee for evermore to reign. 

Charles Coffin 1736 Tr. by John Chandler 1837 

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Travelling thus from Bozrah's side, 
In the might of freedom ? " 

" I, the Conqueror o'er the grave, 
I, the Mighty One to save! " 

2 "Why is Thine apparel red, 
Stains of blood bespeaking, 

Why Thy robe as theirs that tread 
In the wine-press, reeking 

With the juice of grape, say why 
Such strange garb of victory?" 

3 " I have trodden all alone, 
This world's wine-press ample, 

And I wondered of mine own 

None the foe could trample ! 
Rescue then my vengeance brought, 
Mine own arm salvation wrought." 

4 Yes! Thy secret, Lord, is known, 
Whence Thy red-dyed raiment ! 

Not Thy foeman's blood — Thine own, 

Lavished for the payment 
Of the debt none else could pay, 

Guilt none else could wash away ! 

5 Lord ! though erring from Thy grace, 
Though our hearts be hardened, 

Grant Thine exiled sous a place 

In Thy city, pardoned ! 
There to meet — life's warfare done — 

Thy true Godhead, Three in One! 

Edward Arthur Dayman 1866 


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Hail the day that sees Him rise, 
Ravished from our wishful eyes! 
Christ, awhile to mortals given, 
Re-ascends His native heaven. 

2 There the glorious triumph waits, 
Lift your heads, eternal gates ! 
Wide unfold the radiant scene, 
Take the King of glory in ! 

3 Him though highest heaven receives, 
Still He loves the earth He leaves : 
Though returning to His throne, 

Still He calls mankind His own. 

4 Lord, though parted from our sight, 
High above yon azure height, 

Grant our hearts may thither rise, 
Following Thee beyond the skies. 

Charles Wesley 1739 

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Sons of Zion, raise your songs; 
Praise to Zion's King belongs; 
His, the Victor's crown and fame : 
Glory to the Saviour's name ! 

2 Sore the strife, but rich the prize 
Precious in the Victor's eyes : 
Glorious is the work achieved,— 
Satan vanquished., man relieved! 

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3 Sing we then the Victor's praise ; 
Go ye forth and strew the ways ; 
Bid Him welcome to His throne : 
He is worthy, He alone ! 

4 Place the crown upon His brow; 
Every knee to Him shall bow : 
Him the brightest seraph sings ; 
Heaven proclaims Him " King of kings! " 

Thomas Kelly 1839 

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See the King in royal state, 
Riding on the clouds His chariot 

To His heavenly palace-gate; 
Hark, the choirs of angel voices 

Joyful hallelujahs sing. 
And the portals high are lifted, 

To receive their heavenly King. 

2 Who is this that comes in glory, 

With the trump of jubilee? 
Lord of battles, God of armies, 

He has gained the victor}' ; 
He who on the cross did suffer, 

He who from the grave arose, 
He has vanquished sin and Satan, 

He by death has spoiled His foes. 

3 Thou hast raised our human nature 
On the clouds to God's right hand, 

There we sit in heavenly places, 
There with Thee in glory stand ; 

Jesus reigns adored by angels, 
Man with God is on the throne, 

Mighty Lord, in Thine ascension 
We by faith behold our own. 

4 Lift us up froni earth to heaven, 
Give us wings of faith and love. 

Gales of holy aspiration 

Wafting us to realms above : 

That, with hearts and minds uplifted, 
We with Christ our Lord may dwell, 

Where He sits enthroned in glory 
In the heavenly citadel. 

Christopher Wordsworth 1862 


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Comes to claim His great reward ; 

Angels round the Victor hover, 
Crowding to behold their Lord ; 

Haste, ye saints ! your tribute bring, 

Crown Him, everlasting King. 

2 Yonder throne for Him erected, 
Now becomes the Victor's seat ; 

Lo, the Man on earth rejected! 
Angels worship at His feet; 
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, 
Crown Him, everlasting King. 

3 Day and night they cry before Him, 
"Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 

All the powers of heaven adore Him, 

All obey His sovereign word ; 
Haste, ye saints ! j-our tribute bring, 
Crown Him, everlasting King. 

Thomas Kelly 


Who is this that comes from Edom, 
All His raiment stained with blood, 

To the captive speaking freedom, 
Bringing and bestowing good ; 

Glorious in the garb He wears, 

Glorious in the spoil He bears? 

2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, 
Travelling onward in His might ; 

'Tis the Saviour ; how glorious 
To His people is the sight! 

Satan conquered, and the grave, 

Jesus now is strong to save. 

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'Tis the blood of many slain : 

Of His foes there's none remaining, 

None the contest to maintain. 
Fallen they are, no more to rise; 
All their glory prostrate lies. 

4 Mighty Victor ! reign for ever, 
Wear the crown so dearly won ; 

Never shall Thy people, never, 

Cease to sing what Thou hast done: 
Thou hast fought Thy people's foes ; 
Thou hast healed Thy peoples woes. 

Thomas Kelly 180 


Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices 
Sound the note of praise above ! 

Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; 
Jesus reigns, the God of love ; 

See, He sits on yonder throne ; 

Jesus rules the world alone. 

2 King of glory, reign forever ! 
Thine an everlasting crown ; 

Nothing from Thy love shall sever 

Those whom Thou hast made Thine own 
Happy objects of Thy grace, 
Destined to behold Thy face. 

3 Saviour, hasten Thine appearing ; 
Bring, bring the glorious day, 

When the awful summons hearing, 

Heaven and earth shall pass away : 
Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, 
" Glory, glory to our King ! " 

Thomas Kelly 1804 

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Jesus, Lord of life eternal, 

Taking those He loved the best, 

Stood npon the Mount of Olives, 
And His own the last time blessed : 

Then, though He had never left it, 
Sought again His Father's breast. 

2 Knit is now our flesh to Godhead, 
Knit in everlasting bands : 

Call the world to highest festal : 
Floods and oceans, clap your hands: 

Angels, raise the song of triumph : 
Make response, ye distant lands. 

3 Loosing death with all its terrors 
Thou ascended'st up on high ; 

And to mortals, now immortal, 

Gavest immortality, 
As Thine own disciples saw Thee 

Mounting Victor to the sky. 

Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862 


Come, ye faithful, raise the anthem, 

Cleave the skies with shouts of praise ; 
Sins: to Him who found the ransom, 

Ancient of eternal days: 
God Eternal, Word Incarnate, 
Whom the heaven of heavens obeys. 

2 Ere He raised the lofty mountains, 
Formed the sea, or built the sky, 

Love eternal, free, and boundless, 

Led the Lord of life to die : 
Lifted up the Prince of princes 

On the throne of Calvary. 

3 Now on these eternal mountains 
Stands the sapphire throne, all bright, 

Where unceasing hallelujahs 
They upraise, the sons of light: 

Zion's people tell His praises, 
Victor after hard-won fight. 

4 Bring your harps and bring your incense, 
Sweep the string and pour the lay; 

Let the earth proclaim His wonders, 

King of that celestial day. 
He, the Lamb once slain, is worthy, 

Who was dead and lives for aye. 

Job Hupton 1808 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 


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Glad songs of praise arise. 
But we are lingering here 

With sin and care oppressed : 
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, 

And lead us to Thy rest. 

2 Thou art gone up on high: 
But Thou didst first come down, 

Through earth's most bitter agony 
To pass unto Thy crown. 


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Our onward course must be; 

But only let that path of tears 
Lead us at last to Thee. 

3 Thou art gone up on high : 

But Thou shalt come again, 
With all the bright ones of the sky 

Attendant in Thy train. 
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So make us live and die, 
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At Thy right hand on high. 

Emma Toke 18 

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The eternal gates lift up their heads, 

The doors are opened wide ; 
The King of glory is gone up 

Unto His Father's side. 

2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord, 
Thou hast prepared a place, 

That we may be where now Thou art, 
And look upon Thy face. 

3 And ever on Thine earthly path 
A gleam of glory lies ; 

A light still breaks behind the cloud 
That veils Thee from our eyes. 

4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, 
And let Thy grace be given, 

That while we linger yet below, 
Our hearts may be in Heaven; 

5 That where Thou art, at God's right hand, 
Our hope, our love may be, 

Dwell in us now, that we may dwell 
For evermore in Thee. 

Cecil Frances Alexander 1858 

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See the Man of Sorrows now : 
From the fight retained victorious, 

Every knee to Him shall bow: 
Crown Him. crown Him ! 

Crowns become the Victor's brow. 

2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him : 
Rich the trophies Jesus brings : 

In the seat of power enthrone Him, 
While the vault of heaven rings : 

Crown Him. crown Him ! 
Crown the Saviour King of kines. 


3 Sinners in derision crowned Him, 
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 

Saints and angels crowd around Him. 
Own His title, praise His name : 

Crown Him, crown Him! 
Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 

-4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation! 

Hark! those loud triumphant chords! 
Jesus takes the highest station: 

what joy the sight affords! 
Crown Him, crown Him ! 

King of kings, and Lord of lords. 

Thomas Kelly 1804 

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The Head that once was crowned with thorus 

Is crowned with glory now: 
A royal diadem adorns 

The mighty Victor's brow. 

2 The highest place that heaven affords 
Is His, by sovereign right. 

The King of kings, and Lord of Lords, 
And heaven's eternal light. 

3 The joy of all who dwell above. 
The joy of all below 

To whom He manifests His love. 
And grants His name to know : 

4 To them the cross, with all its shame. 
With all its grace, is given: 

Their name an everlasting name. 
Their joy, the joy of heaven. 

5 They suffer with their Lord below. 
They reign with Him above : 

Their profit and their joy to know 
The mystery of His love. 

6 The cross He bore is life and health. 
Though shame and death to Him : 

His people's hope. His people's wealth. 
Their everlasting theme. 

Thomas Ke '.'.■■ 



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That ever mortals knew, 
That angels ever bore : 
All are too mean to speak His worth, 
Too mean to set my Saviour forth. 

2 Jesus, my great High Priest, 

Offered His blood and died j 
M3' guilty conscience seeks 
No sacrifice beside : 
His powerful blood did once atone, 
And now it pleads before the throne. 

3 My dear almighty Lord, 

My Conqueror and my King, 
Thy sceptre and Thy sword, 

Thy reigning grace I sing: 
Thine is the power ; behold, I sit, 
In willing bonds, beneath Thy feet. 

Isaac Watts 1709 


Arise, my soul, arise, 

Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
The bleeding Sacrifice 
In my behalf appears ; 
Before the throne my Surety stands, 
My name is written on His hands. 

2 He ever lives above, 

For me to intercede, 
His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood, to plead ; 
His blood atoned for all our race, 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 

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His Spirit answers to the blood, 
And tells me I am born of God. 
4 My God is reconciled, 

His pardoning voice I hear, 
He owns me for His child ; 

I can no longer fear; 
With confidence I now draw nigh, 
And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 

Charles Wesley 




Come, every pious heart 

That loves the Saviour's name, 
Your noblest power exert 
To celebrate His fame: 
Tell all above, and all below, 
The debt of love to Him you owe. 

2 He left His starry crown, 

And laid His robes aside j 
On wings of love came down, 

And wept, and bled, and died: 
What He endured, who can tell, 
To save our souls from death and hell. 

3 From the dark grave He rose, 

The mansion of the dead, 
And thence His mighty foes 

In glorious triumph led ; 
Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, 
And reigns on high, the Saviour, God. 

4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay 

The debt we owe Thy love; 
Yet tell us how we may 

Our gratitude approve: 
Our hearts, our all, to Thee we give ; 
The gift, though small, do Thou receive! 

Samuel Stennert 1,-87 

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Your Lord and King adore; 
Mortals, give thanks and sing, 
And triumph evermore : 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, 
The God of truth and love ; 

When He had purged our stains, 
He took His seat above: 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

3 His kingdom cannot fail, 

He rules o'er earth and heaven ; 
The keys of death and hell 

Are to our Jesus given ; 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

4 He all His foes shall quell, 
Shall all our sins destroy, 

And every bosom swell 
With pure seraphic joy: 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

5 Rejoice in glorious hope; 
Jesus the Judge shall come, 

And take His servants up 
To their eternal home : 
We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, 
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice. 

Charles Wesley 1748 



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All hail the power of Jesus' name! 

Let angels prostrate fall, 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 

And crown Him Lord of all. 

2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, 
Who from His altar call ; 

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

3 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, 
Ye ransomed from the fall, 

Hail Him, who saves you by His grace, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
The wormwood and the gall, 

Go, spread your trophies at His feet, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

5 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
On this terrestrial ball, 

To Him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

Edward Perronet 1780 


W. Shrubsole 

Hosanna, raise the pealing hymn 

To David's son and Lord ; 
With cherubim and seraphim 

Exalt the incarnate Word. 
2 Hosanna, Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, 

How vast Thy gifts, how free : 
Thy blood, our life ; Thy word, our feast ; 

Thy name, our only plea. 

3 Hosanna, Master, lo, we bring 
Our offerings to Thy throne ; 

Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, 
But hearts to be Thine own. 

4 Saviour, if, redeemed by Thee, 
Thy temple we behold, 

Hosannas through eternity, 
We'll sing to harps of gold. 

William Henry Havergal 1833 

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Come let us join our cheerful songs 
With angels round the Throne ; 

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 

2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
"To be exalted thus;" 

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
" For He was slain for us." 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
Honor and power divine ; 

And blessings, more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, for ever Thine. 

4 Let all creation join in one 
To bless the sacred name 

Of Him that sits upon the Throne, 
And to adore the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts 1707 


Come let us join in songs of praise 
To our ascended Priest ; 

He entered heaven with all our names 
Engraven on His breast. 

2 Below He washed our guilt away, 
By His atoning blood ; 

Now He appears before the throne, 
And pleads our cause with God. 

3 Clothed with our nature still, He knows 
The weakness of our frame, 

And how to shield us from the foes 
Which He Himself o'ercame. 

4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench 
The fervor of His love ; 

For us He died in kindness here, 
Nor is less kind above. 

5 may we ne'er forget His grace, 
Nor blush to wear His name ; 

Still may our hearts hold fast His faith, 
Our mouths His praise proclaim. 

Alexander Pirie 17S2 



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Behold the glories of the Lamb, 

Amidst His Father's throne : 
Prepare new honors for His name, 

And songs before unknown. 

2 Let elders worship at His feet, 
The Church adore around, 

With vials full of odors sweet, 
And harps of sweeter sound. 

3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, 
And these the hymns they raise : 

Jesus is kind to our complaints, 
He loves to hear our praise. 

4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, 
Be endless blessings paid ; 

Salvation, glory, joy remain 
Forever on Thy head. 

5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood. 
Hast set the prisoners free, 

Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
And we shall reign with Thee. 

Isaac Watts 1709 

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1 know that my Redeemer lives, 
And ever prays for me ; 

A token of His love He gives, 
A pledge of liberty. 

2 I find Him lifting up my head, 
He brings salvation near; 

His presence makes me free indeed, 
And He will soon appear. 


3 Jesus, I hang upon Thy word; 
I steadfastly believe 

Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 
And to Thyself receive. 

4 When God is mine, and I am His, 
Of Paradise possessed, 

I taste unutterable bliss, 
And everlasting rest. 

Charles Wesley 1742 

I. Smith 

Christ, our hope, our hearts' desire, 

Redemption's only spring, 
Creator of the world art Thou, 

Its Saviour and its King. 

2 How vast the mercy and the love 
Which laid our sins on Thee 

And led Thee to a cruel death, 
To set Thy people free ! 

3 But now the bonds of death are burst, 
The ransom has been paid ; 

And Thou art on Thy Father's throue 
In glorious robes arrayed. 

4 may Thy mighty love prevail 
Our sinful souls to spare; 

may we come before Thy throne, 
And find acceptance there ! 

Tr. by John Chandler 1837 

With joy we meditate the grace 

Of our High Priest above ; 
His heart is made of tenderness, 

His bosom glows with love. 

2 Touched with a sympathy within, 
He knows our feeble frame ; 

He knows what sore temptations mean, 
For He hath felt the same. 

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 
Poured out His cries and tears ; 

And, in His measure, feels afresh 
What every members bears. 

4 Then let our humble faith address 
His mercy and His power ; 

We shall obtain delivering grace 
In the distressing hour. 

Isaac Watts 1709 

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T. B. Southgate 

He lives, the great Redeemer lives, 
What joy the blest assurance gives j 
And now, before His Father, God, 
Pleads the full merits of His blood. 

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
And justice, armed with frowns, appears j 
But, in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 

3 In every dark, distressful hour, 
"When sin and Satan join their power, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
That Jesus bears us on His heart. 

4 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend, 
On Him our humble hopes depend ; 
Our cause- can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 

Anne Steele 1760 


J. W. Elliott 

Christ, the Lord of heaven, to Thee, 
Clothed with all majesty divine, 

Eternal power and glory be, 

Eternal praise, of right, is Thine. 

2 Reign, Prince of life, that once Thy brow 
Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn ; 

Reign, throned beside Thy Father now, 
Adored the Son of God first-born ! 

3 From angel hosts that round Thee stand, 
With forms more pure than spotless snow, 

From the bright burning seraph band, 
Let praise in loftiest numbers flow ! 

4 To Thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, 
Born of deep, fervent love, shall rise; 

All honor to Thy name belongs, 

Our lips would sound it through the skies. 

5 " Jesus ! " — all earth shall speak the word ; 
"Jesus ! " — all heaven resound it still j 

Immanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord, 
Thy praise the universe shall fill. 

Ray Palmer 1867 

Where high the heavenly temple stands, 
The house of God not made with hands, 
A great High Priest our nature wears, 
The patron of mankind appears. 

2 He who for men in mercy stooa, 

And poured on earth His precious blood, 
Pursues in heaven His plan of grace. 
The guardian God of human race. 

3 Though now ascended up on high, 
He bends on earth a brother's eye ; 
Partaker of the human name, 

He knows the frailty of our frame. 

4 In every pang that rends the heart, 
The Man of Sorrows had a part ; 

He sympathizes in our grief, 
And to the sufferer sends relief. 

5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
Let us make all our sorrows known, 
And ask the aid of heavenly power, 

To help us in the evil hour. 

Michael Bruce 1781 


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Hail, Thou once despised Jesus, 

Hail, Thou Galilean King ! 
Thou didst suffer to release us, 

Thou didst free salvation bring: 
Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer of our sin and shame ; 
By Thy merits we find favor ; 

Life is given through Thy name. 

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
All our sins on Thee were laid ; 

By almighty love anointed, 

Thou hast full atonement made: 

All Thy people are forgiven 

Through the virtue of Thy blood ; 

Opened is the gate of heaven ; 

Peace is made 'twixt man and God." 

3 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory, 
There forever to abide ; 

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee, 
Seated at Thy Father's side. 

There for sinners Thou art pleading ; 
There Thou dost our place prepare ; 

Ever for us interceding 
Till in glory we appear. 

4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 
Loudest praises, without ceasing, 

Meet it is for us to give. 
Help, ye bright angelic spirits, 

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays j 
Help to sing our Saviour's merits, 

Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 

John Bakewell 1760 


Yes, for me, for me He careth 

With a brother's tender care ; 
Yes, with me, with me He shareth 

Every burden, every fear. 
Yes, for me He standeth pleading 

At the mercy-seat above j 
Ever for me interceding, 

Constant in untiring love. 

2 Yes, in me, in me He dwelleth; 

I in Him, and He in me ! 
And my empty soul He filleth, 

Here and through eternity. 
Thus I wait for His returning, 

Singing all the way to heaven ; 
Such the joyful song of morning, 

Such the tranquil song of even. 

Horatius Bonar 1857 

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Hallelujah ! sing to Jesus ! 

His the sceptre, His the throne ; 
Hallelujah! His the triumph, 

His the victory alone ; 
Hark ! the songs of peaceful Zion 

Thunder like a mighty flood ; 
Jesus, out of every nation, 

Hath redeemed us by His blood. 

2 Hallelujah ! not as orphans 
Are we left in sorrow now; 

Hallelujah! He is near us, 

Faith believes, nor questions how: 

Though the cloud from sight received Him, 
When the forty days were o'er ; 

Shall our hearts forget His promise, 
1 1 am with you evermore ? ' 

3 Hallelujah ! Bread of angels, 
Thou on earth our food, our stay ! 

Hallelujah ! hear the sinful 
Flee to Thee from day to day; 

Intercessor, Friend of sinners, 
Earth's Redeemer, plead for me, 

Where the songs of all the sinless 
Sweep across the crystal sea. 

William Chatterton Dtx i863 

Christ, above all glory seated! 

King triumphant, strong to save! 
Dying, Thou hast death defeated ; 

Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave. 
Thou art gone where now is given 

What no mortal might could gain ; 
On the eternal throne of heaven, 

In Thy Father's power to reign. 

2 There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee, 
Heaven above and earth below ; 

While the depths of hell before Thee, 
Trembling and defeated, bow. 

We, Lord, with hearts adoring, 
Follow Thee above the sky : 

Hear our prayers, Thy grace imploring, 
Lift our souls to Thee on high ! 

3 So, when Thou again in glory 

On the clouds of heaven shalt shine. 
We, Thy flock, may stand before Thee, 

Owned for evermore as Thine. 
Hail ! all hail ! in Thee confiding, 

Jesus, Thee shall all adore ; 
In Thy Father's might abiding, 

With one Spirit evermore ! 

Tr. by James Russell Woodford 1863 

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Crown Him with many crowns, 

The Lamb upon His throne ! 
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns 

All music but its own ! 
With His most precious blood, 

From sin He set us free : 
We hail Him as our matchless King 

Through all eternity. 

2 Crown Him, the Lord of Love ! 

Behold His hands and side! 
Rich wounds, yet visible above 

In beauty glorified ! 
No angel in the sky 

Can fully bear that sight, 
But downward bends his burning eye, 

At mysteries so bright. 

3 Crown Him the Lord of Peace ! 
Whose power a sceptre sways 

From pole to pole, that wars may cease, 
And all be prayer and praise : 

His reign shall know no end, 
And round His pierced feet, 

Fair flowers of paradise extend 
Their fragrance ever sweet. 

4 Crown Him the Lord of Heaven ! 
One with the Father known, 

One with the Spirit through Him given 
From yonder glorious throne! 

To Thee be endless praise, 
For Thou for us hast died ! 

Be Thou, Lord, through endless days, 
Adored and magnified ! 

Matthew Bridges 1848 


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Wake, brethren, wake ! 
Jesns Himself is nigh ; 

Wake, brethren, wake! 
Sleep is for sons of night ; 
Ye are children of the light ; 
Yours is the glory bright; 

Wake, brethren, wake! 
2 Call to each wakening band, 

Watch, brethren, watch ! 
Clear is our Lord's command, 

Watch, brethren, watch! 
Be ye as men that wait 
Always at their Master's gate. 
E'en though He tarry late ; 

Watch, brethren, watch! 


3 Hear we the Shepherd's voice, 
Pray, brethren, pray! 

Would ye His heart rejoice, 

Pray, brethren, pray! 
Sin calls for ceaseless fear, 
Weakness needs the Strong One near, 
Long as ye struggle here 

Pray, brethren, pray! 

4 Sound now the final chord, 
Praise, brethren, praise! 

Thrice holy is the Lord, 

Praise, brethren, praise! 
What more befits the tongues 
Soon to join the angels' songs ? 
Whilst heaven the note prolongs, 

Praise, brethren, praise ! 

Anon. "The Revival" 1859 

U. C. Burnap 

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risen Lord, art Thou; 
The first-fruits of the Spirit 

Are in us now. 
2 come in all Thy glory, 

Our great Immanuel ! 
Come forth, our Prince and Saviour, 
With us to dwell. 

Lre in us now. 

3 Bring Thine eternal Sabbath, 
Bring Thine eternal day, 

And cause all grief and sighing 
To flee away. 

4 To Thee, Almighty Father, 
Saviour, unto Thee, 

To Thee, Creator-Spirit, 
All glory be ! 

Edward Welton Eddis 1864 



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The Lord of might, from Sinai's brow, 
Gave forth His voice of thunder 

And Israel lay on earth below, 
Outstretched in fear and wonder. 

Beneath His feet was pitchy night, 

And at His left hand and His right 
The rocks were rent asunder. 

2 The Lord of love, on Calvary, 

A meek and suffering stranger, 
Upraised to heaven His languid eye, 


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In nature's hour of danger. 
For us He bore the weight of woe, 
For us He gave His blood to flow, 

And met His Father's anger. 

3 The Lord of love, the Lord of might, 

The King of all created, 
Shall back return to claim His right, 

On clouds of glory seated ; 
With trumpet-sound and angel-song, 
And hallelujahs loud and long, 
O'er death and hell defeated. 

Reginald Heber 1827 

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Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart, 

Star of the coming day ! 
Arise, and with Thy morning beams 

Chase all our griefs away ! 

2 Come, blessed Lord ! let every shore 
And answering island sing 

The praises of Thy royal name, 
And own Thee as their King. 

3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now 
To the bright world above, 

Break forth in rapturous strains of joy 
In memory of Thy love. 

4 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits 
Of grace and peace divine : 

Be Thine the crown of glory now, 
The palm of victory Thine ! 

Edward Denny 1848 


The Lord will come and not be slow, 

His footsteps cannot err; 
Before Him righteousness shall go, 

His royal harbinger. 

2 Mercy and truth that long were missed, 
Now joyfully are met ; 

Sweet peace and righteousness have kissed, 
And hand in hand are set. 

3 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, 
Shall bud and blossom then ; 

And Justice, from her heavenly bower, 
Look down on mortal men. 

John Milton 1648 

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In Thyglo-ry all-transcendent; Well may we re-joice and sing! Com-ing! In the opening east, 

Her - aid brightness slowly swells! Coming! O my glorious Priest, Hear we not Thy golden bells? 

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Thou art coming, my King ! 
In Thy beauty all-resplendent, 
In Thy glory all-transcendent ; 

Well may we rejoice and sing ! 
Coming ! In the opening east, 

Herald brightness slowly swells ! 
Coming! my glorious Priest, 

Hear we not Thy golden bells 1 

2 Thou art coming! Thou art coming! 

We shall meet Thee on Thy way. 
We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee, 
We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee 






All our hearts could never say ! 
What an anthem that will be, 

Ringing out our love to Thee, 
Pouring out our rapture sweet 

At Thine own all-glorious feet ! 

3 the joy to see Thee reigning, 

Thee, my own beloved Lord! 
Every tongue Thy name confessing. 
Worship, honor, glory, blessing, 

Brought to Thee with glad accord ! 
Thee, my Master and my Friend, 

Vindicated and enthroned j 
Unto earth's remotest end 

Glorified, adored, and owned ! 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1S73 

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Go forth to meet thy Lord. 

Awake, awake, Zion, 

Put on thy strength divine, 
Thy garments bright in beauty, 

The bridal dress be thine : 
Jerusalem the holy, 

To purity restored ; 
Meek bride, all fair and lowly, 

Go forth to meet thy Lord. 

2 Jerusalem victorious 

In triumph o'er her foes ; 
Mount Zion, great and glorious, 

Thy gates no more shall close. 
Earth's millions shall assemble 

Around thine open door, 
While hell and Satan tremble 

And earth and heaven adore. 

3 The Lamb who bore our sorrows 
Comes down to earth again j 

No sufferer now, but Victor, 

For evermore to reign. 
To reign in every nation, 

To rule in every zone ; 
world-wide coronation, 

In every heart a throne ! 

4 Awake, awake, Zion, 
Thy bridal day draws nigh, 

The day of signs and wonders, 
And marvels from on high. 

Thy sun uprises slowly, 

But keep thou watch and ward ; 

Fair bride, all pure and lowly, 
Go forth to meet thy Lord. 

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Rejoice, all ye believers, 

And let your lights appear ; 
The evening is advancing, 

And darker night is near : 
The Bridegroom is arising, 

And soon He draweth nigh: 
Up ! pray, and watch, and wrestle ! 

At midnight comes the cry. 

2 The watchers on the mountain 
Proclaim the Bridegroom near ; 

Go meet Him as He cometh, 

With hallelujahs clear : 
The marriage-feast is waitiug, 

The gates wide-open stand; 
Up, up, ye heirs of glory ! 

The Bridegroom is at hand. 

3 Our hope and expectation, 
O Jesus, now appear; 

Arise, Thou Sun so longed-for, 
O'er this benighted sphere ! 

With heart and hands uplifted, 
We plead, Lord, to see 

The day of earth's redemption, 
That brings us unto Thee ! 

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The Judge is at the gate ; 
The Judge who comes in mercy, 

The Judge who comes in might, 
To terminate the evil, 

And vindicate the right. 

2 Prepare we then to meet Him ; 
Let right to wrong succeed ; 

Let penitential sorrow 

To heavenly gladness lead : 

So may w 7 e sound His praises, 
Who from destruction saved, 

Bore with us in defilement, 
And from defilement laved. 

3 Far, far as we have wandered, 
And deep as is our fall, 

His mercies never fail us, 

Who freely pardons all ; 
Who bids His grace abounding 

Love's mightiness display, 
And David's royal fountain 

Purge every sin away. 

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Came with peace from realms on high ; 

Jesus came for man's redemption, 
Lowly came on earth to die : 

Came in deep humility. 

2 Jesus comes again in mercy, 

When our hearts are bowed with care ; 
Jesus comes again in answer 

To an earnest, heart-felt prayer ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Comes to save us from despair. 

3 Jesus comes to hearts rejoicing, 
Bringing news of sins forgiven ; 

Jesus comes in sounds of gladness, 
Leading souls redeemed to heaven ; 

Now the gate of death is riven. 

4 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow, 
Shares alike our hopes and fears; 

Jesus comes, whate'er befalls us, 

Glads our hearts, and dries our tears ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Cheering e'en our failing years. 

5 Jesus comes on clouds triumphant, 
When the heavens shall pass away ; 

Jesus comes again in glory ; 

Let us then our homage pay, 

Ever singing, 
Till the dawn of endless day. 

Godfrey Thring 


Christ is coming! let creation 
Bid her groans and travail cease ; 

Let the glorious proclamation 
Hope restore and faith increase ; 

Christ is coming ! 
Come, Thou blessed Prince of Peace ! 

2 Earth can now but tell the story 
Of Thy bitter cross and pain ; 

She shall yet behold Thy glory 
When Thou comest back to reign; 

Christ is coming! 
Let each heart repeat the strain. 

3 Long Thy exiles have been pining, 
Far from rest, and home, and Thee ; 

But, in heavenly vesture shining, 
Soon they shall Thy glory see; 

Christ is coming ! 
Haste the joyous jubilee. 

4 With that " blessed hope" before us, 
Let no harp remain unstrung; 

Let the mighty advent chorus 

Onward roll from tongue to tongue; 

Christ is coming! 
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come! 

John Ross Macduff 1851 

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! by Thine anguish 'neath the olives hoary, 
Take us, Thy people, to Thy promised rest. 
Ref. — Come, blessed Jesus, come, come, we pray ; 

Banish the darkness, and bring the glorious day. 

2 Our eyes are weary watching for Thy coming, 
Watching through glare of noon and gloom of night ; 

Hoping the morn may bring Thee, or the gloaming 
May see Thee bursting on our happy sight. — Ref. 

3 How long shall stay the bitter strife and sorrow, 
And wrong have triumph o'er the true and right ? 

! come, and coming, bring the better morrow, 
Whose noon shall never darken into night. — Ref. 

4 Come, gracious Lord, our longing souls to gladden j 
Arise! Sun of Righteousness, arise! 

Let hope deferred our hearts no longer sadden, 

But turn to songs our sorrows and our sighs. — Ref. 

5 ! come and cheer the eyes all dim with weeping, 
Banish the sin, the sorrow, and the strife ; 

Let those who sow in tears now have their reaping, 
Their golden harvest sheaves of light and life. — Ref. 

6 Then shall we worship Thee with joy and singing, 
And laud Thy Name all other names above ; 

The world throughout with praises shall be ringing, 
And we shall swell the triumphs of Thy love. — Ref. 

Charles Dent Bel'i 1882 


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Come, Thou glorious God and Saviour, 
Come, and bring the gospel-grace. 

5 Save us in Thy great compassion, 
Thou mild, pacific Prince, 

Give the knowledge of salvation, 
Give the pardon of our sins. 

6 By Thine all-restoring merit, 
Every burdened soul release, 

Every weary, wandering spirit 
Guide into Thy perfect peace. 

Charles Wesley 1745 


Light of those whose dreary dwelling 
Borders on the shades of death, 

Come, and by Thy love's revealing 
Dissipate the clouds beneath. 

2 The new heaven and earth's Creator, 
In our deepest darkness rise, 

Scattering all the night of nature, 
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3 Still we wait for Thine appearing j 
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Wailing Infant born in weakness 

On a lowly stable floor : 
But upon His cloud of glory, 

In the crimson-tinted sky, 
Where we see the golden sunrise 

In the rosy distance lie. 
'1 He is coming, He is coming, 

Not as once He wandered through 
All the hostile land of Judah, 

With His followers poor and few : 

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Waiting round His judgment-seat, 
And the chosen twelve Apostles 

Sitting crowned at His feet. 
3 He is coming, He is coming, 

Let His lowly first estate, 
And His tender love, so teach us 

That in faith and hope we wait, 
Till in glory eastward burning, 

Our redemption draweth near; 
And we see the sign in heaven 

Of our Judge and Saviour dear. 

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"Christ is nigh!" it seems to say; 

" Cast away the dreams of darkness, 
ye children of the day ! " 

2 Lo! the Lamb, so long expected, 

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Comes with pardon down from heaven : 

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Let us haste with tears of sorrow, 
One and all, to be forgiven. 

3 So, when next He comes in glory 
Wrapping all the earth in fear, 

Not for chastening, but salvation, 
Unto us shall He appear. 

Tr. by Edward Caswall 1848 

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The Church has waited long 

Her absent Lord to see ; 
And still in loneliness she waits, 

A friendless stranger she. 
Age after age has gone, 

Sun after sun has set, 
And still in weeds of widowhood, 

She weeps, a mourner yet. 

2 Saint after saint on earth 

Has lived, and loved, and died; 

And as they left us one by one, 
We laid them side by side. 


We laid them down to sleep, 

But not in hope forlorn, 
We laid them but to ripen there 

Till the last glorious morn. 

3 We long to hear Thy voice 

To see Thee face to face. 
To share Thy crown and glory there, 

As here we share Thy grace. 
Come, Lord, and wipe away 

The curse, the sin, the stain, 
And make this blighted world of ours 

Thine own fair world again. 

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Come, Lord, and tarry not; 

Bring the long-looked-for day! 
why these years of waiting here, 

These ages of delay ? 

2 Come, for Thy saints still wait; 
Daily ascends their sigh : 

The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come!' 
Dost Thou not hear the cry ? 

3 Come, for the corn is ripe, 
Put in Thy sickle now ; 

Reap the great harvest of the earth, 
Sower and reaper Thou ! 

4 Come in Thy glorious might, 
Come with the iron rod, 

Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, 
Most mighty Son of God ! 

5 Come, and make all things new, 
Build up this ruined earth; 

Restore our faded paradise, 
Creation's second birth. 

6 Come, and begin Thy reign 
Of everlasting peace; 

Come take the kingdom to Thyself, 
Great King of Righteousness. 

Horatius Bonar 185; 

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Holy Spirit! Lord of Light! 
From Thy clear celestial height, 
Come, Thou Light of all that live ! 
Thy pure beamiug radiance give ! 

2 Come, Thou Father of the poor ! 
Come with treasures which endure ! 
Thou, of all consolers best, 
Visiting the troubled breast. 

3 Thou in toil art comfort sweet ; 
Pleasant coolness in the heat ; 
Solace in the midst of woe ; 
Dost refreshing peace bestow. 

4 Light immortal ! Light divine ! 
Visit Thou these hearts of Thine ! 
If Thou take Thy grace away, 
Nothing pure in man will stay. 

5 Heal our wounds; our strength renew: 
On our dryness pour Thy dew ; 

"Wash the stains of guilt away; 
Guide the steps that go astray. 

6 Give us comfort when we die ; 
Give us lif e with Thee on high ; 
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend ; 
Give us joys which never end. 

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His tender last farewell, 
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 

With us to dwell. 

2 He came in semblance of a dove 
With sheltering wings outspread, 

The holy balm of peace and love 
On earth to shed. 

3 He came sweet influence to impart, 
A gracious, willing Guest, 

While He can find one humble heart 
Wherein to rest. 

4 And His that gentle voice we hear, 
Soft as the breath of even, 

That checks each thought, that calms each 
And speaks of heaven. [fear. 

5 And every virtue we possess, 
And every victory won, 

And every thought of holiness 
Is His alone. 

6 Spirit of purity and grace, 
Our weakness, pitying, see: 

make our hearts Thy dwelling-place. 
And meet for Thee. 

Harriet Auber 1820 


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Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art, Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear; 

And make me love Thee as I ought to love. To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh ; 

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2 I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies; 

No sudden rending of the veil of clay; 
No angel visitant, no opening skies; 

But take the dimness of my soul away, 

5 Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels 
One holy passion filling all my frame ; 
3 Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove, 

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Taught by Thee, we covet most, 
Of Thy gifts at Pentecost, 
Holy, heavenly Love. 

2 Love is kind, and suffers long, 
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong, 
Love than death itself more strong : 

Give us heavenly Love. 

3 Prophecy will fade away, 
Melting in the light of day; 

Love will ever with us stay : 
Give us heavenly Love. 

4 Faith will vanish into sight, 
Hope be emptied in delight; 

Love in heaven will shine more bright : 
Give us heavenly Love. 

5 Faith and hope and love we see 
Joining hand in hand agree ; 
But the greatest of the three, 

And the best, is Love. 

Christopher Wordsworth 1862 


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Come, Holy Spirit, come ! 

Mercies revealing; 
Make this cold heart Thine home ; 

Quicken its feeling: 
Then shall my song ascend, 
Breathing glad love, and blend 
With notes that never end, 

Through heaven pealing. 
2 Come like a ray of light 

Tranquility beaming, 
Chasing the shades of night, 

Waking the dreaming j 


Give me again to see, 
As it was wont to be, 
His love who ransomed me, 

From the cross streaming. 
3 Come, Holy Spirit, come! 

Thou that delightest 
Gladness to give for gloom, 

And oft invitest 
Mourners in faith to go 
Where healing waters flow, 
Still let me pleasures know, 

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Holy Ghost, the Infinite, 
Shine upon our nature's night 
With Thy blessed inward light, 
Comforter Divine ! 

2 We are sinful, cleanse us, Lord ; 
We are faint, Thy strength afford 
Lost, until by Thee restored, 

Comforter Divine! 

3 Like the dew, Thy peace distil j 
Guide, subdue our wayward will, 
Things of Christ unfolding still, 

Comforter Divine ! 

4 In us, for us, intercede, 

And with voiceless groanings plead 
Our unutterable need, 
Comforter Divine! 

5 In us " Abba, Father," cry, 
Earnest of our bliss on high, 
Seal of immortality, 

Comforter Divine! 

6 Search for us the depths of God ; 
Bear us up the starry road, 

To the height of Thine abode, 
Comforter Divine! 

George Rawson 1853 



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When God of old came down from heaven, 

In power and wrath He came ; 
Before His feet the clouds were riven, 

Half darkness and half flame. 
2 But when He came the second time, 

He came in power and love; 
Softer than gale at morning prime, 

Hovered His holy Dove. 

3 The fires, that rushed on Sinai down 
In sudden torrents dread, 

Now gently light, a glorious crown, 
On every sainted head. 

4 Come, Lord, come wisdom, love, and power, 
Open our ears to hear ; 

Let us not miss the accepted hour; 
Save, Lord, by love or fear. 

John Keble 1827 



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Go mourning all their days? 
Great Comforter, descend and bring 

Some token of Thy grace. 
Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints, 

And seal the heirs of heaven ? 
When wilt Thou banish my complaints, 

And show my sins forgiven 1 ? 

2 Assure my conscience of her part 

In the Redeemer's blood ; 
And bear Thy witness with my heart, 

That I am born of God. 
Thou art the earnest of His love, 

The pledge of joys to come ; 
And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 

Will safe convey me home. 

Isaac Watts 7709 

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Great Father of each perfect gift, 

Behold Thy servants wait ; 
With longing eyes and lifted hands, 

We flock around Thy gate. 
2 shed abroad that royal gift, 

Thy Spirit from above, 

To bless our eyes with sacred light, 
And fire our hearts with love. 

3 Blest earnest of eternal joy, 
Declare our sins forgiven ; 

And bear, with energy divine, 

Our raptured thoughts to heaven. . 

Philip Doddridge 1736 

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Spirit Divine, attend our prayer, 
And make this house Thy home ; 

Descend with all Thy gracious power, 
Come, Holy Spirit, come! 

2 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts, 

Like sacrificial flame: 
Let our whole soul an offering be 

To our Redeemer's name. 

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3 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, 
With Pentecostal grace ; 

And make the great salvation known, 
Wide as the human race. 

4 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer, 
Make a lost world Thy home ; 

Descend with all Thy gracious power, 
Come, Holy Spirit, come! 

Andrew Reed 1829 


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Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all Thy quickening powers, 

Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look how we grovel here below, 
Fond of these trifling toys : 

Our souls can neither fly nor go 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 
In vain we strive to rise ; 

Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 
At this poor dying rate, 

Our love so faint, so cold, to Thee, 
And Thine to us so great ? 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all Thy quickening powers, 

Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

Isaac Watts 1707 

No track is on the sunny sky, 

No footprints on the air ; 
Jesus hath gone ; the face of earth 

Is desolate and bare. 

2 That Upper Room is heaven on earth : 
Within its precincts lie 

All that earth has of faith, or hope, 
Or heaven-born charity. 

3 One moment — and the Spirit hung 
O'er all with dread desire ; 

Then broke upon the heads of all 
In cloven tongues of fire. 

4 The Spirit came into the Church 
With His unfailing power; 

He is the living Heart that beats 
Within her at this hour. 

5 Most tender Spirit, mighty God, 
Sweet must Thy presence be, 

If loss of Jesus can be gam, 
So long as we have Thee ! 

Frederick William Faber 1849 



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Come, Ho-ly Spir-it, come, Let Thy bright beams a-rise, Dis-pelthe sor-row from our minds, The dark-ness from our eyes. 

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Let Thy bright beams arise, 

Dispel the sorrow from our minds, 
The darkness from our eyes. 

2 Revive our drooping faith, 
Our doubts and fears remove, 

And kindle in our breasts the flame 
Of never-dying love. 

3 Convince us of our sin, 
Then lead to Jesus' blood, 

And to our wondering view reveal 
The secret love of God. 

4 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, 
To sanctify the soul, 

To pour fresh life in every part, 
And new-create the whole. 

5 Dwell therefore in our hearts, 
Our minds from bondage free ; 

Then we shall know, and praise, and love 
The Father, Son, and Thee ! 

Joseph Hart 1759 


Blest Comforter Divine, 

Let rays of heavenly love 
Amid our gloom and darkness shine, 

And guide our souls above. 

2 Draw with Thy still small voice, 
From every sinful way, 

And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 
Though earthly joys decay. 

3 By Thine inspiring breath, 
Make every cloud of care, 

And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 
A smile of glory wear. 

4 fill Thou every heart, 
With love to all our race ; 

Great Comforter, to us impart 
These blessings of Thy grace. 

Lydia Huntley Sigourney 




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In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost, 

Descend in all Thy power! 

2 Like mighty rushing wind 
Upon the waves beneath, 

Move with one impulse every mind, 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 

3 The young, the old, inspire 
With wisdom from above, 

And give us hearts and tongues of fire 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

4 Spirit of truth, be Thou 

In life and death our Guide ! 
Spirit of adoption, now 
May we be sanctified. 

James Montgomery 1819 




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With light and comfort from above ; 
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide, 
O'er every thought and step preside. 

2 The light of truth to us display, 

And make us know and choose Thy way: 
Plant holy fear in every heart, 
That we from God may ne'er depart. 

3 Lead us to holiness, the road 
Which we must take to dwell with God : 
Lead us to Christ, the living way, 

Nor let us from His pastures stray. 

4 Lead us to God, our final rest, 
To be with Him for ever blest : 
Lead us to heaven, that we may share 
Fulness of joy for ever there. 

Simon Browne 1720 


Eternal Spirit, we confess 
And sing the wonders of Thy grace ; 
Thy power conveys our blessings down 
From God the Father and the Son. 

2 Enlightened by Thy heavenly ray, 
Our shades and darkness turn to day; 
Thine inward teachings make us know 
Our danger and our refuge too. 

3 Thy power and glory work within, 
And break the chains of reigning sin ; 
Do our imperious lusts subdue, 

And form our wretched hearts anew. 

4 The troubled conscience knows Thy voice ; 
Thy cheering words awake our joys; 

Thy words allay the stormy wind, 
And calm the surges of the mind. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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And in our souls take up Thy rest ; 
Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid, 
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. 
2 Great Comforter, to Thee we cry; 
highest gift of God most high, 
fount of life, fire of love, 
And sweet anointing from above ! 

And make our hearts o'erflow with love 
With patience firm, and virtue high, 
The weakness of our flesh supply. 
4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
And grant us Thy true peace instead ; 
So shall we not, with Thee for guide, 
Turn from the path of life aside. 

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Come, Holy Ghost, in love 
Shed on us from above 

Thine own bright ray ! 
Divinely good Thou art; 
Thy sacred gifts impart 
To gladden each sad heart : 

come to-day ! 

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, 
Our most delightful guest, 

With soothing power: 
Rest, which the weary know, 
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, 
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, 

Cheer us, this hour ! 

3 Come, Light serene, and still 
Our inmost bosoms fill; 

Dwell in each breast ; 



We know no dawn but Thine : 
Send forth Thy beams divine, 
On our dark souls to shine, 
And make us blest ! 

4 Exalt our low desires ; 
Extinguish passion's fires ; 

Heal every wound : 
Our stubborn spirits bend; 
Our icy coldness end ; 
Our devious steps attend, 

While heavenward bound. 

5 Come, all the faithful bless; 
Let all who Christ confess, 

His praise employ : 
Give virtue's rich reward ; 
Victorious death accord, 
And, with our glorious Lord, 

Eternal joy ! 




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Holy Ghost, with light divine, 
Shine upon this heart of mine ; 
Chase the shades of night away, 
Turn the darkness into day. 
2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, 
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; 
Long has sin, without control, 
Held dominion o'er my soul. 


3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, 
Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; 
Bid my many woes depart, 

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 

4 Holy Spirit, all divine, 
Dwell within this heart of mine, 
Cast down every idol- throne; 
Reign supreme, and reign alone. 

Andrew Reed 1817 

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Pierce the clouds of sinful night ; 
Come, Thou Source of sweetest gladness, 

Breathe Thy life and spread Thy light ; 
Loving Spirit, God of peace, 

Great Distributer of grace, 
Rest upon this congregation ; 

Hear, hear, our supplication. 

2 From that height which knows no measure, 
As a gracious shower, descend, 

Bringing down the richest treasure 
Man can wish, or God can send. 

Thou Glory shining down 
From the Father and the Son, 

Grant us Thy illumination; 
Rest on all this congregation. 

3 Come, Thou best of all donations 

God can give, or we implore : 
Having Thy sweet consolations, 

We need wish for nothing more: 
Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

Now, descending from above, 
Rest on all this congregation ; 

Make our hearts Thy habitation. 

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Let Thy light with-in me shine ; 

All my guilt-y fears re-move, Fill me with Thy heavenly love. 

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Gracious Spirit, Love divine! 
Let Thy light within me shine; 
All my guilty fears remove, 
Fill me with Thy heavenly love. 

2 Speak Thy pardoning grace to me, 
Set the burdened sinner free ; 
Lead me to the Lamb of God; 
Wash me in His precious blood. 


3 Life and peace to me impart, 
Seal salvation on my heart; 
Breathe Thyself into my breast, — 
Earnest of immortal rest. 

4 Let me never from Thee stray, 
Keep me in the narrow way ; 
Fill my soul with joy divine, 
Keep me, Lord ! for ever Thine. 

John Stocker 1777 




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Return, wanderer, return, 

And seek an injured Father's face; 

Those warm desires that in thee burn, 
Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 

2 Return, wanderer, return, 

And seek a Father's melting heart; 

Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern. 
Whose hand can heal thine inward smart. 

3 Return, wanderer, return, 
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live 5 

Go to His bleeding feet, and learn 
How freely Jesus can forgive. 

4 Return, O wanderer, return, 
And wipe away the falling tear; 

'Tis God who says, " No longer mourn," 
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 

William Bengo Collyer 1812 




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" Come hither, all ye weary souls, 
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come : 

I'll give you rest from all your toils, 
And raise you to My heavenly home. 

2 "They shall find rest that learn of Me 
I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 

But passion rages like the sea, 
And pride is restless as the wind. 


3 "Blest is the man, whose shoulders take 
My yoke, and bear it with delight ; 

My yoke is easy to his neck, 

My grace shall make the burden light." 

4 Jesus, we come at Thy command ; 
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, 

Resign our spirits to Thy hand, 

To mould and guide us at Thy will. - 

Isaac Watts 1709 




Take up thy cross, the Saviour said, 
If thou wouldst My disciple be; 

Deny thyself, the world forsake, 
And humbly follow after Me. 

2 Take up thy cross ; let not its weight 
Fill thy weak spirit with alarm; 

His strength shall bear thy spirit up, 

And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm. 

3 Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame •, 
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel ; 

Thy Lord for thee the cross endured, 
To save thy soul from death and hell. 

4 Take up thy cross and follow Christ, 
Nor think till death to lay it down; 

For only he who bears the cross 

May hope to wear the glorious crown. 

Charles William Everest 1833 


God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? 
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? 
Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
And still my soul in slumber lie ? 

2 God calling yet! and shall He knock, 
And I my heart the closer lock? 

He still is waiting to receive, 
And shall I dare His Spirit grieve? 

3 God calling yet ! and shall I give 
No heed, but still in bondage live ? 
I wait, but He does not forsake ; 
He calls me still ; my heart, awake ! 

4 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; 
My heart I yield without delay : 

Vain world, farewell, from thee I part; 
The voice of God hath reached my heart. 

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He gently knocks, has knocked before: 
Has waited long, is waiting still 
You treat no other friend so ill. 
2 lovely attitude! He stands 
With melting heart and loaded hands: 
matchless kindness ! and He shows 
This matchless kindness to His foes. 

3 But will He prove a friend indeed ? 
He will ; the very friend you need : 
The Friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He, 
With garments dyed on Calvary. 

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine ; 
Turn out His enemy and thine, 

That soul-destroying monster, sin, 
And let the heavenly Stranger in. 

Joseph Grigg 176s 




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O where shall rest be found, 

Rest for the weary soul ? 
'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, 

Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never give 
The bliss for which we sigh ; 

'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 
There is a life above, 

Unmeasured by the flight of years; 
And all that life is love. 

4 There is a death, whose pang 
Outlasts the fleeting breath : 

what eternal horrors hang 
Around the second death. 

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5 Lord God of truth and grace, 
Teach us that death to shun, 

Lest we be banished from Thy face, 
And evermore undone. 

Q James Montgomery 1819 


How kind our Father's voice! 

All may draw near in prayer ; 
Cast down their burden at His feet, 
And meekly leave it there. 

2 He grants their spirits peace, 
And so He gives them power; 

For still with peace comes inighty love, 
Our greatest, holiest dower. 

3 hear then, all, His voice; 
Draw near with praise and prayer; 

Cast down your burden at His feet, 

And meekly leave it there. 

Thomas Davis 1864 


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The Spirit, in our hearts, 

Is whispering, " Sinner, come; " 
The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims 

To all His children, "Conie." 
2 Let him that heareth, say 

To all about him, "Come;" 
Let him that thirsts for righteousness 

To Christ, the fountain, come. 


3 Yes, whosoever will, 
let him freely come, 

And freely drink the stream of life : 
'Tis Jesus bids him come. 

4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, 
Declares, " I quickly come;" 

Lord, even so ; I wait Thine hour ; 
Jesus, my Saviour, come. 

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C. J. Dickinson 

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the darkness, the sorrow, 

the misery of sin ! 
When will dawn the promised morrow 

That shall bring deliverance in f 

2 One there was ordained to languish, 
Guiltless, in Gethsemane ; 

One there was who died in anguish, 
Innocent, on Calvary. 

3 Jesus was the Burden-bearer, 
God's own Son the Sacrifice; 

Of the griefs of man the Sharer, 
Of his soul the Ransom-price. 

4 'Tis the Christ, the Ever-living, 
Ever-loving, Ever-blest, 

By the Comforter still giving 
Pardon, holiness, and rest. 

5 Can the love so freely given, 
Can the blood so freely shed, 

Fail to draw the earth to heaven, 
Fail to bring alive its dead? 

6 Rise, children of the Father, 
Stand, ye brothers of the Son, 

In unyielding ranks together 
Till the crown of Christ be won ; 

7 Till the lands of sin and sorrow, 
Darker than the ancient night, 

Shall behold the promised morrow 
Beam on them with saving light. 

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Can ease this weight of sin ; 

Thy blood alone, Lamb of God, 
Can give me peace within. 

4 I bless the Christ of God, 
I rest on love divine : 

And with unfaltering lip and heart, 
I call this Saviour mine. 

Horatius Bonar 1857 


Not what these hands have done 

Can save this guilty soul ; 
Not what this toiling flesh has borne 

Can make my spirit whole. 

2 Not what I feel or do 

Can give me peace with God ; 

Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears, 
Can bear my awful load. 




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I found in Him a rest-ing-place, And He has made me glad. 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
" Come unto Me and rest ; 

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 
Thy head upon My breast." 

I came to Jesus as I was, 
Weary, and worn, and sad ; 

1 found in Him a resting-place, 
And He has made me glad. 

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
" Behold, I freely give 

The living water ; thirsty one, 
Stoop down, and drink, and live." 

I came to Jesus, and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream; 
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 

And now I live in Him. 

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" I am this dark world's light ; 
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, 

And all thy day be bright." 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In Him my star, my sun ; 
And in that light of life I'll walk 

Till travelling days are done. 

Horatius Bonar 1850 


T. L. Carpenter 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest; Laydown, thou weary one, lay down Thy head up-on My breast." 


I came to Je- sus as I was, Wea-ry, and worn, and sad; I found in Him a rest-ing-place, And He has made me glad. 
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The Lord is rich and merciful, 

The Lord is very kind ; 
O, come to Him, come now to Him, 

With a believing mind. 
His comforts, they shall strengthen thee, 

Like flowing waters cool ; 
And He shall for thy spirit be 

A fountain ever full. 

2 The Lord is wonderful and wise. 

As all the ages tell ; 
0, learn of Him, learn now of Him, 

Then with thee it is well. 
And with His light thou shalt be blest, 

Therein to work and live ; 
And He shall be to thee a rest 

When evening hours arrive. 

Thomas Toke Lynch 1850 


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Come, ye sin-defiled and weary, 
Ye that mourn in grief distressed j 

Come, ye hopeless, lone and dreary, 
He will hear you, give you rest. 

2 Come, ye sin-defiled and stricken, 
At His feet your woes shall cease ; 

Hark ! the voice to soothe and quicken 
Sweetly whispers — "Go in peace." 


Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult 
Of our life's wild restless sea, 

Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, 
Saying, " Christian, follow Me." 

2 Jesus calls us from the worship 
Of the vain world's golden store, 

From each idol that would keep us, 
Saying, " Christian, love Me more." 

3 In our joys and in our sorrows, 
Days of toil and hours of ease, 

Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, 
That we love Him more than these. 

4 Jesus calls us : by Thy mercies, 
Saviour, make us hear Thy call, 

Give our hearts to Thine obedience, 
Serve and love Thee best of all. 

Cecil Frances Alexander 18' 


W. Tansur 

Salvation! the joyful sound! 

'Tis pleasure to our ears, 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 

A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
At hell's dark door we lay ; 

But we arise, by grace divine, 
To see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation! let the echo fly 
The spacious earth around, 

While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

Isaac Watts 1707 



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Eternal Light ! Eternal Light ! 

How pure the soul must be, 
When placed within Thy searching sight, 
It shrinks not, but, with calm delight, 

Can live, and look on Thee ! 
2 ! how shall I, whose native sphere 

Is dark, whose mind is dim, 
Before the Ineffable appear, 
And on my naked spirit bear 

That uncreated beam? 







3 There is a way for man to rise 
To that sublime abode : — 

An offering and a sacrifice, 
A Holy Spirit's energies, 
An Advocate with God : — 

4 These, these prepare us for the sight 
Of Holiness above : 

The sons of ignorance and night 
May dwell in the Eternal Light, 
Through the eternal Love ! 

Thomas Binney 1S26 

F. W. Mills 

There is a stream, which issues forth 

From God's eternal Throne, 
And from the Lamb, — a living stream 

Clear as the crystal stone. 

2 The stream doth water Paradise ; 
It makes the angels sing; 

One cordial drop revives my heart ; 
Hence all my joys do spring. 

3 Eye hath not seen, nor hath ear heard, 
From fancy 'tis concealed, 

What Thou, Lord, hast laid up for Thine, 
And hast to me revealed. 


Thou art the Way : to Thee alone 
From sin and death we flee : 

John Mason 

And he who would the Father seek, 
Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth: Thy word alone 
True wisdom can impart; 

Thou only canst inform the mind, 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life : the rending tomb 
Proclaims Thy conquering arm, 

And those who put their trust in Thee 
Nor death, nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ; 
Grant us that Way to know, 

That Truth to keep, that Life to win, 
Whose joys eternal flow. 

George Washington Doane 1824 



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He gently calleth thee ; 
In true repentance bow, 

Before Him bend the knee ; 
He waiteth to bestow 

Salvation, peace, and love, 
True joy on earth below, 

A home in heaven above. 


2 Come to the Saviour now, 
Ye who have wandered far, 

Renew your solemn vow, 
For His by right you are ; 

Come, like poor wandering sheep 
Returning to His fold ; 

His arm will safely keep, 
His love will ne'er grow cold. 

3 Come to the Saviour, all, 
Whate'er your burdens be ; 

Hear now His loving call, 
" Cast all your care on Me." 

Come, and for every grief 
In Jesus you will find 

A sure and safe relief, 
A loving Friend and kind. 

John Murch Wigner 1871 

L. Mason 

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Ye wanderers, come; 
O ye benighted souls, 

Why longer roam ? 

2 To-day the Saviour calls; 

listen now; 
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To Jesus bow. 

ye be-night-ed souls, Why longer roam? 

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For refuge fly ; 

The storm of vengeance falls, 
Ruin is nigh. 

4 The Spirit calls to-day ; 
Yield to His power ; 

grieve Him not away, 
'Tis mercy's hour. 

Samuel Francis Smith and Thomas Hastings 1831 



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Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; 
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish, 

Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal. 

2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, 
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, 

Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, 
Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure. 

3 Here see the bread of life ; see waters flowing 
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; 

Come to the feast prepared, come, ever kuowing 
Earth has no sorrows but heaven can remove. 

Thomas Moore 1816 Thomas Hastings 1831 

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Bidding sinful souls draw nigh, 
Willing not that one should die, 
We beseech Thee, hear us. 

2 Love that caused us first to be, 
Love that bled upon the tree, 
Love that draws us lovingly : 

We beseech Thee, hear us. 

3 We Thy call have disobeyed, 
Into paths of sin have strayed, 
And repentance have delayed : 

We beseech Thee, hear us. 

4 Sick, we come to Thee for cure, 
Guilty, seek Thy mercy sure, 
Evil, long to be made pure : 

We beseech Thee, hear us. 

5 Blind, we pray that we may see, 
Bound, we pray to be made free, 
Stained, we pray for sanctity : 

We beseech Thee, hear us. 

6 By the love that bids Thee spare, 
By the heaven Thou dost prepare, 
By Thy promises to prayer, 

We beseech Thee, hear us. 

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Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, 

Come the way to Zion's gate ; 
There, till mercy speaks within, 

Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait : 
Knock, He knows the sinner's cry; 

Weep, He loves the mourner's tears; 
Watch, for saving grace is nigh; 

Wait, till heavenly grace appears. 
2 Hark ! it is the Saviour's voice, 

" Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest!" 
Now within the gate rejoice, 

Safe, and owned, and bought, and blest 


Safe, from all the lures of vice ; 

Owned, by joys the contrite know; 
Bought, by love, and life the price; 

Blest, the mighty debt to owe. 
3 Holy pilgrim, what for thee 

In a world like this remains? 
From thy guarded breast shall flee 

Fear, and shame, and doubts, and pains: 
Fear, the hope of heaven shall fly, 

Shame, from glory's view retire; 
Doubt, in full belief shall die, 

Pain, in endless bliss expire. 

George Crabbe 1807 

L. T. Dowries 

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Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 
Come, and make My path your choice; 

1 will guide you to your home, 
Weary pilgrim, hither come. 

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, 
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, 

Long hast roamed the barren waste, 
Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 
3 Hither come, for here is found 
Balm that flows for every wound, 
Peace that ever shall endure, 
Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 

Anna Laetitia Barbauld 1773 



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Rest for those that weary be ? 
Then, rny soul, put in thy claim, 

Sure that promise speaks to thee : 
Marks of grace I cannot show, 

All polluted is my best; 
But I weary am, I know, 

And the weary long for rest. 

2 Burdened with a load of sin, 
Harrassed with tormenting doubt, 

Hourly conflicts from within, 
Hourly crosses from without; 

All my little strength is gone, 
Sink I must without supply ; 

Sure upon the earth is none 
Can more weary be than I. 

3 In the ark the weary dove 
Found a welcome resting-place; 

Thus my spirit longs to prove 
Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace. 

Tempest-tossed I long have been, 
And the flood increases fast ; 

Open, Lord, and take me in, 
Till the storm be overpast. 

John Newton 1779 

SINNERS, turn, why will ye die? 
God, your Maker, asks you why; 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with Himself to live ; 
He the fatal cause demands, 
Asks the work of His own hands, 
Why ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye cross His love, and die? 

2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why; 
God who did your souls retrieve, 
Died Himself that ye might live : 
Will you let Him die in vain ? 
Crucify your Lord again ? 

Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
Will you slight His grace, and die ? 

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? 
God, the Spirit, asks you why ; 
He, who all your lives hath strove, 
Wooed you to embrace His love : 
Will you not His grace receive? 
Will you still refuse to live ? 
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why 
Will ye grieve your God, and die ? 

Charles Wesley 1756 






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Where the Saviour deigus to die, 
What melodious sounds I hear, 
Bursting on my ravished ear: 
"Love's redeeming work is done, 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 

2 "Spread for thee, the festal board 
See with richest dainties stored ; 
To thy Father's bosom pressed, 

Yet again a child confessed, 
Never from His house to roam : 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 

3 " Soon the days of life shall end j 

Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend, 

Safe your spirits to convey 

To the realms of endless day, 

Up to My eternal home : 

Come and welcome, sinner, come." 

Thomas Haweis 1792 

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Make me teachable and mild, 
Upright, simple, free from art, 

Make me as a weaned child, 
From distrust and envy free, 
Pleased with all that pleases Thee. 

2 What Thou shalt to-day provide, 
Let me as a child receive ; 

What to-morrow may betide, 

Calmly to Thy wisdom leave: 
'Tis enough that Thou wilt care; 
Why should I the burden bear ? 

3 As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own, 
Knows he's neither strong nor wise, 

Fears to stir a step alone, — 
Let me thus with Thee abide, 
As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 

John Newton 1779 




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Naked, come to Thee for dress j 
Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; 
Foul, I to the fountain fly ; 
Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 

4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eye-lids close in death, 
When I soar to worlds unknown, 
See Thee on Thy judgment throne, 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in Thee. 

Augustus Montague Topladv 1776 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me ! 
Let me hide myself in Thee ; 
Let the water and the blood, 
From Thy riven side which flowed, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
2 Not the labors of my hands 
Can fulfil Thy law's demands; 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow, 
All for sin could not atone ; 
Thou must save, and Thou alone. 

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To wash away our sin ; 
However great our trespass, 

Whatever we have been. 
However long from mercy 

Our hearts have turned away, 
Thy precious blood can cleanse us 

And make them white to-day. 

2 To-day our Father calls us, 
And all who enter in 

Shall find a Father's welcome 

And pardon for their sin. 
The past shall be forgotten, 

A present joy be given, 
A future grace be promised, 

A glorious crown in heaven. 

3 O all-embracing mercy, 
O ever open door, 

What should we do without Thee 
When heart and eye run o'er? 

When all things seem against us 
To drive us to despair, 

We know one heart is open, 
One ear will hear our prayer. 

Oswald Allen 1862 


I need Thee, precious Jesus, 

For I am full of sin; 
My soul is dark and guilty, 

My heart is dead within ; 

1 need the cleansing fountain 
Where I can always flee, 

The blood of Christ most precious, 
The sinner's perfect plea. 

2 I need Thee, precious Jesus, 
For I am very poor; 

A stranger and a pilgrim, 

I have no earthly store; 
I need the love of Jesus 

To cheer me on my way, 
To guide my doubting footsteps, 

To be my strength and stay. 

3 I need Thee, precious Jesus, 
And hope to see Thee soon, 

Encircled with the rainbow, 

And seated on Thy throne : 
There, with Thy blood-bought children, 

My joy shall ever be, 
To sing Thy praises, Jesus, 

To gaze, my Lord, on Thee. 

Frederick Whitfield 1855 

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Which comes to hearts oppressed ! 
It tells of benediction, 

Of pardon, grace, and peace, 
Of joy that hath no ending, 

Of love which cannot cease. 
2 " Come unto Me, ye wanderers, 

And I will give j'ou light." 
loving voice of Jesus, 

Which comes to cheer the night ! 
Our hearts were filled with sadness, 

And we had lost our way, 
But morning brings us gladness, 

And songs the break of day. 

3 "Come unto Me, ye fainting, 
And I will give you life." 

cheering voice of Jesus, 
Which comes to aid our strife ! 

The foe is stern and eager, 
The fight is fierce and long ; 

But Thou hast made us mighty, 
And stronger than the strong. 

4 " And whosoever cometh, 
I will not cast him out." 

O welcome voice of Jesus, 

Which drives away our doubt ! 

Which calls us, very sinners, 
Unworthy though we be 

Of love so free and boundless, 
To come, dear Lord, to Thee ! 

William Chatterton Dix 1871 

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There is a fountain filled with blood 
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 

And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
That fountain in his day; 

And there have I, as vile as he, 
Washed all my sins away. 

3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood 
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Till all the ransomed Church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
Thy flowing wounds supply, 

Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
I'll sing Thy power to save, 

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
Lies silent in the grave. 

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Beneath the cross of Jesus 

I fain would take my stand; 
The shadow of a mighty rock 

Within a weary land. 
A home within the wilderness, 

A rest upon the way, 
From th' burning of the noon-tide heat, 

And th' burden of the day. 

3 Upon that cross of Jesus, 

Mine eye at times can see 
The very dying form of One 

Who suffered there for me. 

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And from my smitten heart with tears, 

Two wonders I confess, — 
The wonders of His glorious love, 

And my own worthlessness. 

3 I take, cross, thy shadow, 

For my abiding place ; 
I ask no other sunshine 

Than the sunshine of His face : 
Content to let the world go by, 

To know no gain nor loss, — 
My sinful self, my only shame, — 

My glory all the cross. 

Elizabeth C. Clephane 1868 



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In lowly patience waiting 

To pass the threshold o'er: 
Shame on us, Christian brethren, 

His name and sign who bear, 
shame, thrice shame upon us, 

To keep Him standing there. 
2 Jesus, Thou art knocking : 

And lo, that hand is scarred, 
And thorns Thy brow encircle, 

And tears Thy face have marred. 

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O love that passeth knowledge, 

So patiently to wait ! 
sin that hath no equal, 

So fast to bar the gate ! 
3 Jesus, thou art pleading 

In accents meek and low, 
"I died for you, My children, 

And will ye treat Me so?" 
O Lord, with shame and sorrow 

We open now the door : 
Dear Saviour, enter, enter, 

And leave us never more. 

William Walsham How 1854 

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Father, hear Thy children's call : 
Humbly at Thy feet we fall, 
Prodigals, confessing all : 

We beseech Thee, hear us. 
2 We Thy call have disobeyed, 
Have neglected, and delayed, 
Into paths of sin have strayed. — Ref. 

3 By the gracious saving call 
Spoken tenderly to all 

Who have shared man's guilt and fall : — Ref. 

4 Lead us daily nearer Thee, 
Till at last Thy face we see, 
Crowned with Thine own purity : — Ref. 

Thomas Benson Pollock 1871 


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Low at Thy cross we lie ; 
Lord, in Thy great compassion, 

Hear our bewailing cry. 
We come to Thee with mourning, 

We come to Thee in woe ; 
With contrite hearts returning, 

And tears that overflow. 

2 gracious Intercessor, 
Priest within the veil, 

Plead, for each lost transgressor, 
The blood that cannot fail. 

We spread our sins before Thee, 
We tell them one by one ; 

for Thy name's great glory, 
Forgive all we have done. 

3 by Thy cross and passion, 
Thy tears and agony, 

And crown of cruel fashion, 

And death on Calvary; 
By all that untold suffering 

Endured by Thee alone; 
Christ, spotless offering, 

Plead for us, and atone. 

James Hamilton, ab. 1865 

We stand in deep repentance, 

Before Thy throne of love ; 
God of grace, forgive us, 

The stain of guilt remove ; 
Behold us while with weeping 

We lift our eyes to Thee; 
And all our sins subduing, 

Our Father, set us free • 

2 shouldst Thou from us, fallen, 
Withhold Thy grace to guide, 

Forever we should wander 
From Thee, and peace, aside; 

But Thou to spirits contrite 
Dost light and life impart, 

That man may learn to serve Thee 
With thankful, joyous heart. 

3 Our souls — on Thee we cast them, 
Our only refuge Thou ! 

Thy cheering words revive us, 
When pressed with grief we bow: 

Thou bear'st the trusting spirit 
Upon Thy loving breast, 

And givest all Thy ransomed 
A sweet, unending rest. 

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1 bring my guilt to Jesus, 
To wash my crimson stains 

White, in His blood most precious, 
Till not a spot remains. 

2 I lay my wants on Jesus, 
All fulness dwells in Him j 

He heals all my diseases, 
He doth my soul redeem : 

I lay my griefs on Jesus, 
My burdens and my cares ; 

He from them all releases, 
He all my sorrows shares. 

3 I long to be like Jesus, — 

Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; 
I long to be like Jesus, 

The Father's holy child; 
I long to be with Jesus, 

Amid the heavenly throng, 
To sing, with saints, His praises, 

To learn the angels' song. 

Horatius Bonar 1845 

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God of my salvation ! hear, 

And help me to believe ; 
Simply do I now draw near, 

Thy blessing to receive ; 
Full of guilt, alas! I am, 

But to Thy wounds for refuge flee; 
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 

Thy blood was shed for me. 
2 Standing now as newly slain, 

To Thee I lift mine eye, 
Balm of all my grief and pain, 

Thy blood is always nigh : 

Now as yesterday the same 

Thou art, and wilt for ever be : 
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 

Thy blood was shed for me. 
3 Nothing have I, Lord ! to pay, 

Nor can Thy grace procure ; 
Empty send me not away, 

For I, Thou knowest, am poor; 
Dust and ashes is my name; 

My all is sin and misery : 
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 

Thy blood was shed for me. 

Charles Wesley 1742 


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Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow. 



3 Thou the true Physician art ; 
Thou, O Christ, canst health impart, 
Binding up the bleeding heart. 

4 Heal me, then, my Saviour, heal; 
Heal me, as I suppliant kneel; 

To Thy mercy I appeal. 

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Therefore I come to Thee, — 
To Thee the Holy and the Just, 

That Thou may'st pity me. 

2 Wert Thou not holy, Lord, 
Why should I come to Thee ? 

It is Thy holiness that makes 
Thee, Lord, so meet for me. 

3 Our God is love, — we come; 
Our God is light, — we stay ; 

Abiding ever in His word, 
And walking in His way. 

4 Mercy and truth are His, 
Unchanging faithfulness; 

The cross is all our boast and trust, 
And Jesus is our peace. 

5 We give Thee glory, Lord ; 

Thy majesty adore, 
Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 

We bless for evermore. 

Horatius Bonar 


And wilt Thou pardon, Lord, 

A sinner such as I ? 
Although Thy book his crimes record, 

Of such a crimson dye ? 

2 So deep are they engraved, 
So terrible their fear ; — 

The righteous scarcely shall be saved, 
And where shall I appear? 

3 Thou, Physician blest, 
Make clean my guilty soul ! 

And me, by many a sin oppressed, 
Restore, and keep me whole ! 

4 I know not how to praise 
Thy mercy and Thy love; 

But deign Thy servant to upraise, 
And I shall learn above. 

Joseph of the Studium, ab. 860 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862 



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cease, my wand'ring soul, 

On restless wing to roam 

All the wide world, to either pole, Has not for thee a home. 


O cease, my wandering soul, 
On restless wing to roam ; 

All the wide world, to either pole, 
Has not for thee a home. 

2 Behold the ark of God, 
Behold the open door; 

Hasten to gain that dear abode, 
And rove, my soul, no more. 

3 There safe thou shalt abide, 
There sweet shall be thy rest, 

And every longing satisfied, 
With full salvation blest. 

William Augustus Muhlenberg 

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Thou, the contrite sinners' friend, 
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end, 
On this alone my hopes depend — 
That Thou wilt plead for me. 

2 When, weary in the Christian race, 
Far-off appears my resting-place, 
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, 

Then, Saviour, plead for me. 

3 When I have erred, and gone astray, 
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way, 
And see no glimmering, guiding ray, 

Still, Saviour, plead for me. 

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, 
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, 
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, 

And plead, plead for me. 

5 And when my dying hour draws near, 
Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, 
Then to my fainting sight appear, 

Pleading in heaven for me. 

6 When the full light of heavenly day 
Reveals my sins in dread array, 

Say, Thou hast washed them all away : 
say, Thou plead'st for me. 

Charlotte Elliott 1837 


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God of my life ! Thy boundless grace 
Chose, pardoned, and adopted me ; 

My rest, my home, my dwelling-place, 
Father! I come to Thee. 

2 Jesus, my hope, my rock, my shield ! 
Whose precious blood was shed for me, 

Into Thy hands my soul I yield j 
Saviour! I come to Thee. 

3 Spirit of glory and of God! 

Long hast Thou deigned my guide to be ; 
Now, be Thy comfort sweet bestowed ! 
My God ! I come to Thee. 

Charlotte Elliott 1841 

I come to join that countless host, 
Who praise Thy name unceasingly j 
Blest Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
My God ! I come to Thee. 


Saviour, I have naught to plead, 

In earth beneath or heaven above, 
But just my own exceeding need 

And Thy exceeding love. 
2 The need will soon be past and gone, 

Exceeding great but quickly o'er : 
The love unbought is all Thine own 

And lasts for evermore. 

Jane Fox Crewdson 1864 




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Just as I am, without one plea, 
But that Thy blood was shed for me, 
And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee, 
Lamb of God, I come. 

2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot, 

To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
Lamb of God, I come. 

3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
By fears within, and foes without, 

Lamb of God, I come. 

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, 

Lamb of God, I come. 

5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, 
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve: 
Because Thy promise I believe, 

Lamb of God, I come. 

6 Just as I am, Thy love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down: 
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, 

Lamb of God, I come. 

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With tearful eyes I look around ; 

Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound, 

A heavenly whisper, "Come to Me!" 

2 It tells me of a place of rest, 

It tells me where my soul may flee : 
0, to the weary, faint, oppressed, 
How sweet the bidding, "Come to Me!" 

3 " Come, for all else must fail and die; 
Earth is no resting-place for thee ; 

Heavenward direct thy weeping eye ; 
I am thy portion j Come to Me ! " 

4 voice of mercy, voice of love ! 
In conflict, grief, and agony, 

Support me, cheer me from above, 
And gently whisper, "Come to Me! " 

Charlotte Elliott 1841 


Jesus, the sinner's friend ! to Thee, 
Lost and undone, for aid I flee ; 
Weary of earth, myself, and sin, 
Open Thine arms, and take me in. 

2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul ; 

'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole ; 
I cannot rest, till Thou art mine, 
Until in me Thine image shine. 

3 At last I own it cannot be 
That I should fit myself for Thee ; 
Here then, to Thee, I all resign; 
Thine is the work, and only Thine. 

4 What shall I say, Thy grace to move ? 
Lord! I am sin, but Thou art love; 

I give up every plea beside ; 

Lord ! I'm condemned, but Thou hast died. 

Charles Wesley 1739 


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1 look at heaven and long to enter in, 
But there no evil thing may find a home ; 
And yet I hear a voice that bids me " Come."' 

2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand 
In the pure glory of that holy land ? 
Before the whiteness of that throne appear ? 
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw 

me near. 

3 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, 

His are the hands stretched out to draw me 

And His the blood that can for all atone, 
And set me faultless there before the throne. 

4 'T was He who found me on the deathly wild. 
And made me heir of heaven, the Father's 

And day by day. whereby my soul may live, 
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give. 

5 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous 

Lord : 
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward ; 
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden 

crown, [down. 

Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid 

Samuel John Stone 1865 


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Lord, I was blind! I could not see 
In Thy marred visage any grace, 
But now the beauty of Thy face 
In radiant vision dawns on me. 

2 Lord, I was deaf! I could not hear 
The thrilling music of Thy voice : 
But now I hear Thee and rejoice, 
And all Thy uttered words are dear! 

3 Lord, I was dumb ! I could not speak 
The grace and glory of Thy name ; 

But now as touched with living flame, 
My lips Thine eager praises wake. 

4 Lord, I was dead ! I could not stir 
My lifeless soul to come to Thee : 

But now, since Thou hast quickened me, 
I rise from sin's dark sepulchre. 

5 For Thou hast made the blind to see, 
The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, 
The dead to live ; and, lo, I break 

The chains of my captivity. 

William Tidd Matson 



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Bend from heaven Thy gracious ear j 
While our waiting souls adore Thee, 

Friend of helpless sinners, hear ! 
By Thy mercy, 

deliver us, good Lord ! 

2 Taught by Thine unerring Spirit, 
Boldly we draw nigh to God, 

Only in Thy spotless merit, 

Only through Thy precious blood : 

By Thy mercy, 
deliver us, good Lord ! 

3 From the depth of nature's blindness, 
From the hardening power of sin, 

From all malice and unkindness, 
From the pride that lurks within, 

By Thy mercy, 
deliver us, good Lord ! 

4 When temptation sorely presses, 
In the day of Satan's power, 

In our times of deep distresses, 
In each dark and trying hour, 

By Thy mercy, 
deliver us, good Lord ! 

James J. Cummins 1839 


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With broken heart and contrite sigh, 
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry : 
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free; 
God, be merciful to me. 

2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 
With deep and conscious guilt opprest, 
Christ and His cross my only plea ; 

God, be merciful to me. 

3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
Nor dare to lift them to the skies j 





But Thou dost all my anguish see; 
God, be merciful to me. 

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
Can for a single sin atone ; 

To Calvary alone I flee ; 
God, be merciful to me. 

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
My raptured song shall ever be, 

God has been merciful to me. 

Cornelius Elven 1852 

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Thou, whose tender mercy hears 

Contrition's humble sigh, 
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 

From sorrow's weeping eye ; 

2 See, low before Thy throne of grace, 
A wretched wanderer mourn ; 

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? 
Hast Thou not said, " Return?" 

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail, 
To drive me from Thy feet? 

let not this dear refuge fail, 
This only safe retreat. 

4 shine on this benighted heart, 
With beams of mercy shine ; 

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A taste of joys divine. 


Anne Steele 1760 


Thou from whom all goodness flows, 

I lift my heart to Thee ; 
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 

Dear Lord, remember me. 

2 When, groaning, on my burdened heart 
My sins lie heavily, 

Thy pardon speak, new peace impart, 
In love remember me. 

3 If, on my face, for Thy dear name, 
Shame and reproaches be, 

All hail reproach, and welcome shame, 
If Thou remember me. 

4 The hour is near; consigned to death, 
I own the just decree: 

Saviour, with my last parting breath, 
I'll cry, Remember me. 

Thomas Haweis 1792 


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Jesus, Saviour of the lost, 

My rock and hiding-place ; 
By storms of sin and sorrow tossed 

I seek Thy sheltering grace. 
2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry ; 

Pursued by foes, I come; 
A sinner, save me, or I die, 

An outcast, take me home. 

3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms, 
Let storms come on amain; 

There danger never, never harms; 
There death itself is gain. 

4 And when I stand before Thy throne, 
And all Thy glory see, 

Still be my righteousness alone 
To hide myself in Thee. 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1849 


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From them that lowly lie, 
Lamenting sore their sinful life, 

With tears and bitter cry. 
Thy mercy-gates are open wide 

To them that mourn their sin ; 
shut them not against us, Lord, 

But let us enter in. 

2 We need not to confess our fault, 
For surely Thou canst tell ; 

What we have done, and what we are, 
Thou knowest very well. 

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With tears we come to Thee, 
As children that have done amiss 

Fall at their father's knee. 

3 And need we, then, Lord, repeat 

The blessing which we crave, 
When Thou dost know, before we speak, 

The thing that we would have ? 
Mercy, Lord, we mercy ask, 

This is the total sum ; 
For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer ; 

let Thy mercy come ! 

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When wounded sore the stricken soul 
Lies bleeding and unbound, 

One only hand, a pierced hand, 
Can heal the sinner's wound. 

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, 
And tears of anguish flow, 

One only heart, a broken heart, 
Can feel the sinner's woe. 

3 When penitence has wept in vain 
Over some foul dark spot, 

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Can wash away the blot. 

4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, 
His hand that brings relief, 

His heart that's touched with all our joys, 
And feeleth for our grief. 

5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, Lord; 
Unseal that cleansing tide; 

We have no shelter from our sin 
But in Thy wounded side. 

Cecil Frances Alexander 1858 


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By the sad sepulchral stone; 
By the vault, whose dark abode 
Held in vain the rising God ; 
0, from earth to heaven restored, 
Mighty, reascended Lord, 
Listen, listen to the cry 
Of our solemn litany. 


Saviour, when in dust to Thee 
Low we bend th' adoring knee ; 
When repentant, to the skies, 
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes; 
0, by all the pains and woe 
Suffered once for man below, 
Bending from Thy throne on high, 
Hear our solemn litany! 

2 By Thy helpless infant years ; 
By Thy life of want and tears j 
By Thy days of sore distress 

In the savage wilderness ; 
By the dread mysterious hour 
Of th' insulting tempter's power ; 
Turn, turn a favoring eye; 
Hear our solemn litany! 

3 By Thine hour of dire despair; 
By Thine agony of prayer; 

By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn 
By the gloom that veiled the skies 
O'er the dreadful sacrifice ; 
Listen to our humble cry; 
Hear our solemn litany ! 

Robert Grant 181 = 


Saviour ! teach me, day by day, 
Love's sweet lesson to obey; 
Sweeter lesson cannot be, 
Loving Him who first loved me. 
Teach me all Thy steps to trace, 
Strong to follow in Thy grace ; 
Learning how to love from Thee, 
Loving Him who first loved me. 

2 Love in loving finds employ — 
In obedience all her joy : 
Ever new that joy will be, 
Loving Him who first loved me. 
Thus may I rejoice to show 
That I feel the love I owe ; 
Singing, till Thy face I see, 
Of His love who first loved me. 

Jane E. Leeson 1842 




W. A. Langden 

Prince of peace, control my will ; 
Bid this struggling heart be still ; 
Bid iny fears and doubtings cease, 
Hush my spirit into peace. 
2 Thou hast bought me with Thy blood, 
Opened wide the gate to God : 
Peace I ask — but peace must be, 
Lord, in being one with Thee. 

3 May Thy will, not mine, be done, 
May Thy will and mine be one : 
Chase these doubtings from my heart : 
Now Thy perfect peace impart. 

4 Saviour, at Thy feet I fall ; 
Thou my life, my God, my all! 
Let Thy happy servant be 
One for evermore with Thee ! 

Mary A. B. Barber 1838 


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Merc j' still reserved for me ? 
Can my God His wrath forbear? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 

2 I have long withstood His grace, 
Long provoked Him to His face; 
Would not hearken to His calls; 
Grieved Him by a thousand falls. 

3 Kindled His relentings are ; 
Me He now delights to spare; 
Cries, "How shall I give Thee up?" 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

4 There for me the Saviour stands, 
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands ; 
God is love : I know, I feel ; 

Jesus lives and loves me still. 

Charles Wesley 1740 

Jesus, Jesus! visit me; 
How my soul longs after Thee ! 
When, my best, my dearest friend! 
Shall our separation end ? 

2 Lord ! my longings never cease ; 
Without Thee I find no peace; 
'Tis my constant cry to Thee, — 
Jesus, Jesus ! visit me. 

3 Come, inhabit then my heart ; 
Purge its sin, and heal its smart; 
See, I ever cry to Thee, — 
Jesus, Jesus ! visit me. 

4 Patiently I wait Thy day ; 
For this gift alone I pray, 
That, when death shall visit me, 
Thou my light and life wilt be. 

Johann Schefner 1657 Tr. by Robinson Potter Dunn 18 


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Take me, my Father ! take me, 
Take me, save me, through Thy Son ; 

That,which Thou wouldst have me, make me, 
Let Thy will in me be done. 

2 Long from Thee my footsteps straying, 
Thorny proved the way I trod ; 

Weary come I now, and praying 
Take me to Thy love, my God! 

3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, 
Humbly I confess my sin ; 

At Thy feet, Father ! falling, 
To Thy household take me in. 

4 Freely now to Thee I proffer 
This relenting heart of mine j 

Freely, life and soul I offer, 
Gift unworthy love like Thine. 

5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, 
Bore our sins upon the tree; 

On that sacrifice relying, 
Now I look in hope to Thee; 

6 Father ! take me ; all forgiving, 
Fold me to Thy loving breast j 

In Thy love for ever living, 
I must be for ever blest ! 

Ray Palmer 

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At the door of mercy sighing 
With the burden of my sin, 

Day and night my soul is crying*, 
''Open, Lord, and let me in." 

2 Waiting 'mid the darkness dreary, 
Stretching out my hands to Thee, 

In the refuge for the weary 
Is there not a place for me 1 

3 Hark, what sounds my ear receiveth, 
Sweet as songs of seraphim ! 

"He that in the Lord believeth 
Life eternal hath in Him," 

4 At the outer door why staying ! 
Nothing, soul, hast thou to pay : 

Christ in love to thee is saying, 
"Weary child, come in to-day." 

Thomas MacKellar 1872 



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0, the bitter shame and sorrow, 

That a time could ever be, 

When I let the Saviour's pity 

Plead in vain, and proudly answered, 

" All of self, and none of Thee." 

2 Yet He found me ; I beheld Him 

Bleeding on the accursed tree, 

Heard Him pray: " Forgive them, Father." 

And my wistful heart said faintly, 

" Some of self, and some of Thee." 

3 Day by day His tender mercy, 
Healing, helping, full and free, 
Sweet and strong, and ah ! so patient, 
Brought me lower, while I whispered, 
"Less of self and more of Thee." 

4 Higher than the highest heavens, 
Deeper than the deepest sea, 

Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered ; 
Grant me now my soul's petition, 
"None of self, and all of Thee." 

Tr. by Adolphe Monod 

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Take my heart, Father, take it ; 

Make and keep it all Thine own ; 
Let Thy Spirit melt and break it, 

This proud heart of sin and stone. 
2 Father, make it pure and lowly, 

Fond of peace, and far from strife; 
Turning from the paths unholy 

Of this vain and sinful life. 

3 Ever let Thy grace surround it; 
Strengthen it with power divine, 

Till Thy cords of love have bound it: 
Make it to be wholly Thine. 

4 May the blood of Jesus heal it, 
And its sins be all forgiven ; 

Holy Spirit, take and seal it, 
Guide it in the path to heaven. 

Dr. Bartol's Coll. 1849 



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To every service I can pay, 
And call it my supreme delight 

To hear Thy dictates and obey. 

2 What is my being but for Thee, 
Its sure support, its noblest end, 

Thine ever-smiling face to see, 

And serve the cause of such a friend ! 

3 'Tis to my Saviour I would live, 
To Him who for my ransom died; 

Nor could the bowers of Eden give 
Such bliss as blossoms at His side. 

4 His work my hoary age shall bless, 
When youthful vigor is no more ; 

And my last hour of life confess 
His dying love, His saving power. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 


Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine, 
Purchased and saved by blood divine ; 
With full consent Thine I would be, 
And own Thy sovereign right in me. 

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place, 
Among the children of Thy grace ; 

A w r retched sinner, lost to God, 
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 

3 Thine would I live, Thine would I die, 
Be Thine Through all eternity ; 

The vow is past beyond repeal ; 
Now will I set the solemn seal. 

4 Here, at that cross where flows the blood 
That bought my guilty soul for God, 
Thee my new Master now I call, 

And consecrate to Thee my all. 

Samuel Davies 1769 


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Jesus, our best beloved friend, 

Draw out our souls in pure desire ; 
Jesus, in love to us descend, 

Baptize us with Thy Spirit's fire. 
2 Our souls and bodies we resign, 

To fear and follow Thy commands ; 
take our hearts, our hearts are Thine, 

Accept the service of our hands. 

3 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer, 
May we Thy blessed will obey; 

Toil in Thy vineyard here, and bear 
The heat and burden of the day. 

4 Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place, 

In heaven, at Thy right hand prepare ; 
And till we see Thee face to face, 
Be all our conversation there. 

James Montgomery 1812 

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My faith looks up to Thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour divine ! 
Now hear me while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away, 
let me from this day 

Be wholly Thine ! 

2 May Thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ; 
As Thou hast died for me, 
may my love to Thee, 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire. 


3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be Thou my guide ; 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From Thee aside. 

4 When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll, 
Blest Saviour ! then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
O bear me safe above, 

A ransomed soul ! 

Ray Palmer 1830 

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Je-sus, Shepherd of the sheep, Who Thy Fa-ther's fiock dost keep, Safe we wake and safe we sleep, Guarded still by Thee. 

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Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep, 
Who Thy Father's flock dost keep, 
Safe we wake and safe we sleep, 
Guarded still by Thee. 

2 In Thy promise firm we stand, 
None can pluck us from Thy hand, 
Speak, we hear, at Thy command, 

We will follow Thee. 

3 By Thy blood our souls were bought, 
By Thy life salvation wrought, 

By Thy light our feet are taught, 
Lord, to follow Thee. 

4 Father, draw us to Thy Son, 
We with joy will follow on, 
Till the work of grace is done, 

And from sin set free, — 

5 We in robes of glory dressed 
Join the assembly of the blest, 
Gathered to eternal rest, 

In the fold with Thee. 

Henry Cooke 



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Sweet is Thy mercy, Lord ; 

Before Thy mercy-seat 
My soul, adoring, pleads Thy word, 

And owns Thy mercy sweet. 

2 My need, and Thy desires, 
Are all in Christ complete ; 

Thou hast the justice truth requires, 
And I Thy mercy sweet. 

3 Where'er Thy name is blest, 
Where'er Thy people meet, 

There I delight in Thee to rest, 
And find Thy mercy sweet. 

4 Light Thou my weary way, 
Place Thou my weary feet, 

That while- 1 stray on earth I may 
Still find Thy mercy sweet. 

5 Thus shall the heavenly host 
Hear all my songs repeat 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
My joy, Thy mercy sweet. 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1862 


Blest be Thy love, dear Lord, 
That taught us this sweet way, 

Only to love Thee for Thyself 
And for that love obey. 

2 Thou, our soul's chief hope, 

We to Thy mercy fly; 
Where'er we are, Thou canst protect, 

Whate'er we need, supply. 

3 Whether we sleep or wake, 
To Thee we both resign ; 

By night we see, as well as day, 
If Thy light on us shine. 

4 Whether we live or die, 
Both we submit to Thee; 

In death we live, as well as life, 
If Thine in death we be. 

John Austin x668 


Not all the blood of beasts 

On Jewish altars slain, 
Could give the guilty conscience peace, 

Or wash away the stain. 

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
Take all our sins away ; 

A sacrifice of nobler name, 
And richer blood, than they. 

3 My faith would lay her hand 
On that dear head of Thine, 

While like a penitent I stand, 
And there confess my sin. 

4 My soul looks back to see 
The burdens Thou didst bear, 

When hanging on the cursed tree, 
And hopes her guilt was there. 

5 Believing, we rejoice 
To see the curse remove ; 

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
And sing His bleeding love. 

Isaac Watts 1709 

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My spirit on Thy care, 

Blest Saviour, I recline ; 
Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 

For Thou art love divine. 

2 In Thee I place my trust, 
On Thee I calmly rest; 

I know Thee good, I know Thee just, 
And count Thy choice the best. 

3 Whate'er events betide, 
Thy will they all perform ; 

Safe in Thy breast my head I hide, 
Nor fear the coming storm. 

4 Let good or ill befall, 
It must be good for me ; 

Secure of having Thee in all, 
Of having all in Thee. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 


The pity of the Lord 

To those that fear His name, 
Is such as tender parents feel: 

He knows our feeble frame. 

2 He knows we are but dust, 
Scattered with every breath; 

His anger, like a rising wind, 
Can send us swift to death. 

3 Our days are as the grass, 
Or like the morning flower ; 

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 
It withers in an hour. 

4 But Thy compassions, Lord, 
To endless years endure ; 

And children's children ever find 
Thy words of promise sure. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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Your harps, ye trembling saints, 
Down from the willows take; 

Loud to the praise of love divine 
Bid every string awake. 

2 Though in a foreign land, 
We are not far from home ; 

And nearer to our house above 
We every moment come. 

3 His grace will to the end 
Stronger and brighter shine ; 

Nor present things, nor things to come, 
Shall quench the spark divine. 

4 When we in darkness walk, 
Nor feel the heavenly flame, 

Then is the time to trust our God, 
And rest upon His name. 

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
Subside at His control ; 

His loving-kindness shall break through 
The midnight of the soul. 

6 Blest is the man, God, 
That stays himself on Thee ; 

Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord, 
Shall Thy salvation see. 

Augustus Montague Toplady 177a 


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My God, how can it be 
That Thou, who hast discerning love, 

Shouldst give that gift to me . 

2 How many hearts Thou mightst have had 
More innocent than mine, 

How many souls more worthy far 
Of that sweet touch of Thine ! 

3 Ah, Grace, into unlikeliest hearts, 
It is Thy boast to come, 

The glory of Thy light to find 
In darkest spots a home. 

4 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, 
Seem trifles less than light ; 

Earth looks so little and so low 
When faith shines full and bright. 

5 happy, happy that I am ! 
If Thou canst be, Faith, 

The treasure that Thou art in life, 
What wilt Thou be in death ? 

Frederick William Faber 1849 


Father of love, our guide and friend, 

lead us gently on, 
Until life's trial-time shall end, 

And heavenly peace be won. 

2 We know not what the path may be 

As yet by us untrod; 
But we can trust our all to Thee, 

Our Father and our God. 

3 But if some darker lot be good, 
O teach us to endure 

The sorrow, pain, or solitude, 
That make the spirit pure. 

4 Christ by no flowery pathway came ; 
And we, His followers here, 

Must do Thy will and praise Thy name, 
In hope, and love, and fear. 

5 And, till in Heaven we sinless bow, 
And faultless anthems raise, 

Father, Son, and Spirit, now 
Accept our feeble praise. 

William Josiah Irons 1853 


Lord, I believe ; Thy power I own, 
Thy word I would obey ; 

1 wander comfortless and lone, 
When from Thy truth I stray. 

2 Lord, I believe j but gloomy fears 
Sometimes bedim my sight ; 

I look to Thee with prayers and tears, 
And cry for strength and light. 

4 Lord, I believe ; but oft I know, 

My faith is cold and weak ; 
My weakness strengthen, and bestow 

The confidence I seek! 

4 Yes ! I believe ; and only Thou 

Canst give my soul relief : 
Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow; 

"Help Thou mine unbelief!" 

John Reynell Wreford 1837 

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FOR a faith that will not shrink 

Though pressed by every foe; 
That will not tremble on the brink 

Of any earthly woe ; 

2 That will not murmur nor complain 
Beneath the chastening rod, 

But, in the hour of grief and pain, 
Will lean upon its God ; 

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 
When tempests rage without ; 

That when in danger knows no fear, 
In darkness feels no doubt ; 

4 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
Till life's last hour is fled, 

And with a pure and heavenly ray 
Lights up a dying bed. 

5 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 
And then, whate'er may come, 

We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss 
Of an eternal home. 

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A feeble child of dust. 

2 I have no argument beside, 
I urge no other plea j 

And 'tis enough the Saviour died, 
The Saviour died for me. 

3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, 
When mortal strength is vain, 

A heart with grief and anguish torn, 
A body racked with pain ; 

4 Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, 
Bid every murmur flee, 

But this, the witness in my breast 
That Jesus died for me ? 

5 And when Thine awful voice commands 
This body to decay, 

And life, in its last lingering sands, 
Is ebbing fast away ; 

6 Then, though it be in accents weak, 
And faint and tremblingly, 

give me strength in death to speak, 
" My Saviour died for me." 

Thomas Raffles 1843 


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1 could not do without Thee, 

Saviour of the lost ! 

Whose wondrous love redeemed me 
At such tremendous cost ; 

Thy righteousness, Thy pardon, 
Thy precious blood must be 

My only hope and comfort, 
My glory and my plea. 

2 I could not do without Thee, 

1 cannot stand alone, 

I have no strength or goodness, 

No wisdom of my own; 
But Thou, beloved Saviour, 

Art all in all to me, 
And perfect strength in weakness 

Is theirs who lean on Thee. 

3 I could not do without Thee, 
For, the way is long, 

And I am often weary, 

And sigh replaces song. 
How could I do without Thee ? 

I do not know the way ; 
Thou knowest, and Thou leadest, 

And wilt not let me stray. 

4 I could not do without Thee ! 
For life is fleeting fast, 

And soon in solemn loneness 
The river must be passed. 

But Thou wilt never leave me, 
And though the waves roll high, 

I know Thou wilt be with me, 
And whisper, ^ It is I." 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1873 


I know no life divided, 

Lord of life, from Thee; 
In Thee is life provided 

For all mankind and me i 
I know no death, Jesus, 

Because I live in Thee ; 
Thy death it is which frees us 

From death eternally. 

3 I fear no tribulation, 

Since, whatsoe'er it be, 
It makes no separation 

Between my Lord and me. 
If Thou, my God and Teacher, 

Vouchsafe to be my own, 
Though poor, I shall be richer 

Than monarch on his throne. 

3 If, while on earth I wander, 

My heart is light and blest, 
Ah, what shall I be yonder 

In perfect peace and rest? 
O blessed thought in dying, 

We go to meet the Lord, 
Where there shall be no sighing, 

A kingdom our reward. 

Carl Johann Philipp Spitta 1833 Tr. by Richard Massie i860 

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In heavenly love abiding, 

No change my heart shall fear ; 
And safe is such confiding, 

For nothing changes here. 
The storm may roar without me, 

My heart may low be laid, 
But God is round about me, 

And can I be dismayed? 

2 Wherever He may guide me, 
No want shall turn me back; 

My Shepherd is beside me, 
And nothing: can I lack. 

His wisdom ever waketh, 

His sight is never dim, 
He knows the way He taketh, 

And I will walk with Him. 

3 Green pastures are before me, 

Which yet I have not seen ; 
Bright skies will soon be o'er me, 

Where darkest clouds have been. 
My hope I cannot measure, 

My path to life is free, 
My Saviour has my treasure, 

And He will walk with me. 

Anna I.aetitia Waring 1850 

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A season of clear shining, 

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2 In holy contemplation, 

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Will give His children bread. 

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither 
Their wonted fruit shall bear, 

Though all the field should wither, 
Nor flocks nor herds be there ; 

Yet God the same abiding, 

His praise shall tune my voice, 

For, while in Him confiding, 
I cannot but rejoice. 

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My Master and my friend ; 

1 shall not fear the battle 
If Thou art by my side, 

Nor wander from the pathway 
If Thou wilt be my guide. 

2 let me feel Thee near me ; 
The world is ever near ; 

I see the sights that dazzle, 
The tempting sounds I hear; 

My foes are ever near me, 
Around me and within; 

But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer, 
And shield my soul from sin. 

3 Jesus, Thou hast promised 

To all who follow Thee, 
That where Thou art in glory 

There shall Thy servant be ; 
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My Master and my friend. 

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Lord, how happy should we be 
If we could cast our care on Thee, 

If we from self could rest ; 
And feel at heart that One above 
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 

Is working for the best. 

2 How far from this our daily life, 
How oft disturbed by anxious strife, 

By sudden wild alarms ; 
could we but relinquish all 
Our earthly props, and simply fall 

On Thine almighty arms ! 

3 Could we but kneel and cast our load, 
E'en while we pray, upon our God, 

Then rise with lightened cheer ; 
Sure that the Father who is nigh 
To still the famished raven's cry, 

Will hear in that we fear. 

4 Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours 
Such lessons learn from birds and flowers ; 

Make them from self to cease, 
Leave all things to a Father's will, 
And taste, before Him lying still, 

E'en in affliction, peace. 

Joseph Anstice 1836 


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Safe into the haven guide ; 

receive my soul at last. 

2 Other refuge have I none, 

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; 
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Boundless love in Thee I find. 

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 

Just and holy is Thy name, 
I am all unrighteousness ; 

Vile and full of sin I am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 
Grace to pardon all my sin ; 

Let the healing streams abound, 
Make and keep me pure within ; 

Thou of life the fountain art, 
Freely let me take of Thee ; 

Spring Thou up within my heart, 
Rise to all eternity. 

Charles Wesley 1740 

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Faints the soul beneath the load, 
By its cares and sins oppressed, 
Finds on earth no peace nor rest ; 
When the wily tempter's near, 
Filling us with doubts and fear : 
Jesus, to Thy feet we flee ; 
Jesus, we will look to Thee. 

2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne 
List'nest to Thy people's moan : 
Thou, the living Head, dost share 
Every pang Thy members bear : 

Full of tenderness Thou art, 
Thou wilt heal the broken heart ; 
Full of power, Thine arm shall quell 
All the rage and might of hell. 

3 Mighty to redeem and save, 
Thou hast overcome the grave ; 
Thou the bars of death hast riven, 
Opened wide the gate of heaven : 
Soon in glory Thou shalt come, 
Taking Thy poor pilgrims home : 
Jesus, then we all shall be 
Ever, ever, Lord, with Thee! 

James George Deck 1842 

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Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength, 

And my home is in Thine arms ; 
Thou wilt send me help at length, 

And I feel no wild alarms. 
Sin nor death can pierce the shield 

Thy defence has o'er me thrown; 
Up to Thee myself I yield, 

And my sorrows are Thine own. 

2 When my trials tarry long, 

Unto Thee I look and wait, 
Knowing none, though keen and strong, 

Can my trust in Thee abate. 

And this faith I long have nursed 
Comes alone, God, from Thee; 

Thou my heart didst open first, 
Thou didst set this hope in me. 

3 Let Thy mercy's wings be spread 

O'er me, keep me close to Thee ; 
In the peace Thy love doth shed 

Let me dwell eternally, 
Be my all ; in all I do, 

Let me only seek Thy will. 
Where the heart to Thee is true, 

All is peaceful, calm and still. 

August Hermann Franke 1711 Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1855 


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Everlasting arras of love 
Are beneath, around, above; 
He who left His throne of light, 
And unnumbered angels bright ;- 

2 He who on the accursed tree 
Gave His precious life for me; — 
He it is that bears me on, 
His the arm I lean upon. 

3 All things hasten to decay, 
Earth and sea will pass away; 
Soon will yonder circling sun 
Cease his blazing course to run. 

4 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, 
But the Changeless cannot change : 
Gladly will I journey on, 

With His arm to lean upon. 

John Ross Macduff 1851 

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Jesus, Master, whose I am, 
Purchased Thine alone to be, 

By Thy blood, spotless Lamb, 
Shed so willingly for me ; 

Let my heart be all Thine own, 

Let me live to Thee alone. 

2 Other lords have long held sway; 
Now Thy name alone to bear, 

Thy dear voice alone obey, 


Is my daily, hourly prayer. 
Whom have I in heaven but Thee? 
Nothing else my joy can be. 
3 Jesus, Master, I am Thine ; 

Keep me faithful, keep me near: 
Let Thy presence in me shine 

All my homeward way to cheer. 
Jesus, at Thy feet I fall, 
be Thou my All in all. 

Frauces R. Havergal 1873 

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Thine for ev - er ! God of love, Hear us from Thy throne a-bove; Thine for ev-er may we be, Here and in e-ter-ni - ty. 

Thine for ever ! God of love, 
Hear us from Thy throne above ; 
Thine for ever may we be, 
Here and in eternity. 

2 Thine for ever ! Lord of life, 
Shield us through our earthly strife; 
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Guide us to the realms of day. 

3 Thine for ever! Saviour, keep 
These Thy frail and trembling sheep ; 
Safe alone beneath Thy care, 

Let us all Thy goodness share. 

4 Thine for ever! Thou our Guide, 
All our wants by Thee supplied, 
All our sins by Thee forgiven, 
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. 

Mary Fawler Maude 1848 

To Thy pastures fair and large, 
Heavenly Shepherd, lead Thy charge, 
And my couch, with tenderest care, 
Mid the springing grass prepare. 

2 When I faint with summer's heat 
Thou shalt guide my weary feet 
To the streams that, still and slow, 
Through the verdant meadows flow. 

3 Safe the dreary vale I tread, 
By the shades of death o'erspread, 
With Thy rod and staff supplied, 
This my guard, and that my guide. 

4 Constant to my latest end, 
Thou my footsteps shalt attend ; 
And shalt bid Thy hallowed dome 
Yield me an eternal home. 

James Merrick 1765 


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Jesus, I my cross have taken, 

All to leave, and follow Thee ; 
Destitute, despised, forsaken, 

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be •. 
Perish, every fond ambition, 

All I've sought, and hoped, and known ; 
Yet how rich is my condition, 

God and heaven are still my own ! 
2 Let the world despise and leave me, 

They have left my Saviour, too ; 
Human hearts and looks deceive me, 

Thou art not, like man, untrue ; 
And while Thou shalt smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love, and might, 
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me, 

Show Thy face and all is bright. 

3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure ! 
Come disaster, scorn, and pain ! 

In Thy service, pain is pleasure ; 

With Thy favor, loss is gain. 
I have called Thee, Abba, Father ; 

I have stayed my heart on Thee : 
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather. 

All must work for good to me. 

4 Man may trouble and distress me, 
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; 

Life with trials hard may press me, 
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 

'tis not in grief to harm me, 
While Thy love is left to me ; 

'twere not in joy to charm me, 
Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 

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Though Thyself I cannot see ; 
Jesus, Master, pass not by mej 

Son of David, pity me. 
2 While I sit in weary blindness, 

Longing for the blessed light, 
Many taste Thy loving kindness ; 

"Lord, I would receive my sight." 

3 I would see Thee and adore Thee, 
And Thy word the power can give j 

Hear the sightless soul implore Thee j 
Let me see Thy face and live. 

4 Ah, what touch is this that thrills me ? 
What this burst of strange delight? 

Lo, the rapturous vision fills me ! 
This is Jesus ! this is sight ! 

Hervey Doddridge Ganse 1869 

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May Thy face upon us shine. 
Help, help our weak endeavor, 

Lord, for ever to be Thine. 

2 Thine for ever, Thine for ever ' 
Thine for ever may we be : 

May no sin nor sorrow sever 

Us from union, Lord ; with Thee. 

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Armed with faith, and strong in Thee, 

Ever fighting, fainting never, 
May we march to victory ! 

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W. H. Havergal 


My God ! accept my heart this day, 

And make it always Thine, 
That I from Thee no more may stray, 

No more from Thee decline. 

2 Before the cross of Him who died, 
Behold I prostrate fall; 

Let every sin be crucified ; 
Let Christ be all in all. 

3 May the dear blood, once shed for me, 
My blest atonement prove, 

That I, from first to last, may be 
The purchase of Thy love. 

4 Let every thought, and work, and word, 
To Thee be ever given ; 

Then life shall be Thy service, Lord ! 
And death the gate of heaven. 

Matthew Bridges 1848 

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Lord, it belongs not to my care 

Whether I die or live ; 
To love and serve Thee is my share, 

And this Thy grace must give. 

2 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 
Than He went through before ; 

He that unto God's kingdom comes, 
Must enter by this door. 

3 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet 
Thy blessed face to see ; 

For, if Thy work on earth be sweet, 
What will Thy glory be ? 

4 My knowledge of that life is small; 
The eye of faith is dim ; 

But it's enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with Him. 

Richard Baxter 1681 

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holy Saviour, Friend unseen, 

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Help me throughout life's varying scene, 

By faith to cling to Thee. 
2 What though the world deceitful prove, 
And earthly friends and joys remove? 
With patient, uncomplaining love 

Still would I cling to Thee. 

3 Though faith and hope awhile be tried, 
I ask not, need not aught beside : 

How safe, how calm, how satisfied, 
The souls that cling to Thee. 

4 Blest is my lot whate'er befall ; 
What can disturb me, who appall, 
While, as my strength, my rock, my all, 

Saviour, I cling to Thee? 

Charlotte Elliott 1834 

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Still will we trust in God! 

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And our blind choosings bring us grief and pain; 
Through Him alone who hath our way appointed, 
We find our peace again. 

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Cheat our poor souls of good Thou hast designed : 

Choose for us, God! — Thy wisdom is unerring, 
And we are fools and blind. 

4 So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows, 
And day pour gladness through his golden gates; 

Our rough path leads to flower-enamelled meadows 
Where joy our coming waits. 

5 Let us press on in patient self-denial; 
Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss, 

Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial : 

Our crown, beyond the cross. wauam Henry Burleigh xses 

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For Thou art all to me, and I am Thine. 
Is there on earth a closer bond than this, 
That " My Beloved's mine, and I am His ? " ■ 

2 To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb, I all things owe; 
All that I have and am, and all I know. 

All that I have is now no longer mine, 
And I am not mine own : Lord, I am Thine. 

3 How can I, Lord, withhold life's brightest hour 
From Thee ; or gathered gold, or any power ? 
Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee, 
When Thou hast given Thine own dear self for me \ 

4 I pray Thee, Saviour, keep me in Thy love, 
Until death's holy sleep shall me remove 

To that fair realm, where, sin and sorrow o'er, 
Thou and Thine own are one for evermore. 

Charles Edward Mudie 

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Leaning on Thee, my guide, my friend, 

My gracious Saviour! I am blest; 
Though weary, Thou dost condescend 

To be my rest. 
2 Leaning on Thee, with child-like faith, 

To Thee the future I confide; 
Each step of life's untrodden path 
Thy love will guide. 

3 Leaning on Thee, though faint and weak, 
Too weak another voice to hear, 

Thy heavenly accents comfort speak, 
"Be of good cheer." 

4 Leaning on Thee, no fear alarms ; 
Calmly I stand on death's dark brink ; 

I feel the "everlasting arms," 
I cannot sink. 

Charlotte Elliott 1836 

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Jesus, my Saviour, look on me, 
For I am weary and oppressed ; 

1 come to cast myself on Thee; 

Thou art my rest. 

2 Look down on me, for I am weak ; 
I feel the toilsome journey's length; 

Thine aid omnipotent I seek ; 
Thou art my strength. 

3 I am bewildered on my way; 
Dark and tempestuous is the night ; 

send Thou forth some cheering ray ! 
Thou art my light. 

4 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, 
In that tremendous latest strife, 

Thou wilt not suffer me to sink; 
Thou art my life. 

5 Thou wilt my every want supply, 
E'en to the end, whate'er befall ; 

Through life, in death, eternally, 
Thou art my all. 

John Ross Macduff 1851 


E. W. Bullinger 


I am trust-ing Thee, Lord Je-sus, Trusting on-ly Thee ! Trust-ing Thee for full sal - va-tion, Great and free. 











I I 

1 AM trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, 

Trusting only Thee ! 
Trusting Thee for full salvation, 
Great and free. 

2 I am trusting Thee for pardon, 

At Thy feet I bow; 
For Thy grace and tender mercy, 
Trusting now. 

3 I am trusting Thee for cleansing 

In the crimson flood ; 
Trusting Thee to make me holy 
By Thy blood. 



4 I am trusting Thee to guide me ; 

Thou alone shalt lead, 
Every day and hour supplying 
All my need. 

5 I am trusting Thee for power, 

Thine can never fail; 
Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me 
Must prevail. 

6 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus; 

Never let me fall ; 
I am trusting Thee for ever, 
And for all. 

Francis Ridley Havergal 1874 


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On Thee I cast my care, 
With humble confidence look up, 

And know Thou hearest my prayer. 
Give me on Thee to wait, 

Till I can all things do : 
On Thee, almighty to create, 

Almighty to renew. 

3 Give me a godly fear, 

A quick, discerning eye, 
That looks to Thee when sin is near, 

And sees the tempter fly ; 

A spirit still prepared, 

And armed with jealous care, 
For ever standing on its guard, 

And watching unto prayer. 

3 I rest upon Thy word, 

The promise is for me ; 
My succor and salvation, Lord, 

Shall surely come from Thee. 
But let me still abide, 

Nor from my hope remove, 
Till Thou my patient spirit guide 

Into Thy perfect love. 

Charles Wesley 1742 


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Jesus, I live to Thee, 
The loveliest and best ; 

My life in Thee, Thy life in me, 
In Thy blest love I rest. 

2 Jesus, I die to Thee, 

Whenever death shall come; 
To die in Thee is life to me 

In my eternal home. 

3 Whether to live or die, 

I know not which is best ; 
To live in Thee is bliss to me, 
To die is endless rest. 

4 Living or dying, Lord, 
I ask but to be Thine ; 

My life in Thee, Thy life in me, 
Makes heaven forever mine. 

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Ask ye what great thing I know 
That delights and stirs me so ? 
What the high reward I win ? 
Whose the name I glory in ? 
Jesus Christ, the Crucified, 

2 What is faith's foundation strong? 
What awakes my lips to song ? 

He who bore my sinful load, 
Purchased for me peace with God, 
Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 

3 Who defeats my fiercest foes ? 
Who consoles my saddest woes ? 

Who revives my fainting heart, 
Healing all its hidden smart ? 
Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 

4 Who is Life in life to me ? 
Who the Death of death will be ? 
Who will place me on His right 
With the countless hosts of light? 

Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 

5 This is that great thing I know ; 
This delights and stirs me so : 
Faith in Him who died to save, 
Him who triumphed o'er the grave, 

Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863 


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In the cross of Christ I glory ; 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time, 
All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 

Never shall the cross forsake me ; 
Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
Light and love upon my way, 

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Adds new lustre to the day. 

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
By the cross are sanctified ; 

Peace is there, that knows no measure, 
Joys that through all time abide. 

5 In the cross of Christ I glory j 
Towering o'er the wrecks of time, 

All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

John Bowring 1825 


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Je-sus'name; Ye who Jesns' kindness prove, Triumph in re-deeming love. 


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Now begin the heavenly theme, 
SiDg aloud in Jesus' name ; 
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2 Ye who see the Father's grace 
Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Praise and bless redeeming love. 

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears ; 
Banish all your guilty fears ; 

See your guilt and curse remove, 
Cancelled by redeeming love. 

4 Welcome, all by sin oppressed, 
Welcome to His sacred rest ; 
Nothing brought Him from above, 
Nothing but redeeming love. 

5 Hither, then, your music bring, 
Strike aloud each joyful string ; 
Mortals, join the host above, 
Join to praise redeeming love. 

Martin Madan ( ? ) 1761 


Children of the Heavenly King, 
As ye journey, sweetly sing; 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in His works and ways. 

2 We are travelling home to God, 
In the way the fathers trod : 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, 
You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; 
There your seat is now prepared, 
There your kingdom and reward. 

4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
On the borders of your land ; 
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
Bids you undismayed go on. 

5 Lord, obediently we go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only Thou our leader be, 
And we still will follow Thee. 

John Cennick 1 


Earth has nothing sweet or fair,Lovely forms or beau-ties rare, But before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty source and spring. 

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Earth has nothing sweet or fair, 
Lovely forms or beauties rare, 
But before my eyes they bring 
Christ, of beauty source and spring. 

2 When the morning paints the skies, 
When the golden sunbeams rise, 
Then my Saviour's form I find 
Brightly imaged on my mind. 

3 When, as moonlight softly steals, 
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, 
Then I think : Who made their light, 
Is a thousand times more bright. 

4 Lord of all that's fair to see, 
Come, reveal Thyself to me ; 
Let me, 'mid Thy radiant light, 
See Thine imveiled glories bright. 

Johann Scheffler 1657 Tr, by Frances Elizabeth Cox 1841 


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Honor, worship, thanks, we pay; 

Which, for many a generation, 
Hid in God's foreknowledge lay, 

But with holy exultation 
We may sing aloud to-day. 

2 Jesus is the name we treasure, 
Name beyond what words can tell; 

Name of gladness, name of pleasure, 
Ear and heart delighting well ; 

Name of sweetness, passing measure, 
Saving us from sin and hell. 

3 'Tis the name for adoration ; 
'Tis the name of victory ; 

'Tis the name for meditation 

In this vale of misery ; 
'Tis the name for veneration 
By the citizens on high. 

4 Jesus is the name exalted 
Over every other name ; 

In this name, whene'er assaulted, 
We can put our foes to shame; 

Strength to them who else had halted, 
Eyes to blind, and feet to lame. 

5 Jesus, we Thy name adoring, 
Long to see Thee as Thou art ; 

Of Thy clemency imploring 
So to write it in our heart, 

That hereafter, upwards soaring, 
We with angels may have part. 

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Costly, free, and knows no end. 

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Could or would have shed his blood ? 

But our Jesus died to have us 
Reconciled in Him to God. 

3 When He lived on earth abased, 
Friend of sinners was His name ; 

Now above all glory raised, 
He rejoices in the same. 

4 for grace our hearts to soften ; 
Teach us, Lord, at length to love; 

We, alas, forget too often 

What a Friend we have above. 

John Newton 1779 



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Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise 
He justly claims a song from me, 
His loving-kindness, how free ! 

2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
Yet loved me notwithstanding all, 
And saved me from my lost estate, 
His loving-kindness, how great.' 

3 Through mighty hosts of cruel foes, 
Where earth and hell my way oppose, 

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He safely leads my soul along, 
His loving-kindness, how strong! 

4 So when I pass death's gloomy vale, 
And life and mortal powers shall fail, 
O may my last expiring breath 

His loving-kindness sing in death. 

5 Then shall I mount, and soar away 
To the bright world of endless day ; 
There shall I sing, with sweet surprise, 
His loving-kindness in the skies. 

Samuel Medley 1787 

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Come, let us sing the song of songs, 
The saints in heaven began the strain, 

The homage which to Christ belongs : 
"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 

2 Slain to redeem us by His blood, 
To cleanse from every sinful stain, 

And make us kings and priests to God : 
" Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 

3 To Him, enthroned, by filial right, 

All power in heaven and earth proclaim, 
Honor, and majesty, and might: 

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 

4 Long as we live, and when we die, 
And while in heaven with Him we reign, 

This song, our song of songs shall be : 
"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 

James Montgomery 1853 


T. W. Staniforth 


Christ, our King, Creator, Lord, 
Saviour of all who trust Thy word, 
To them who seek Thee ever near, 
Now to our praises bend Thine ear. 

2 Thou didst create the stars of night, 
Yet Thou hast veiled in flesh Thy light 
Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, 
A mortal's painful lot to bear. 

3 When Thou didst hang upon the tree, 
The quaking earth acknowledged Thee; 
When Thou didst there yield up Thy breath, 
The world grew dark as shades of death. 

4 Now in the Father's glory high, 
Great Conqueror, never more to die, 
Us by Thy mighty power defend, 
And reign through ages without end. 

Gregory the Great 600 Tr. by Ray Palmer 1858 



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E. P. Parker 


Mas - ter, no of - fer - ing Cost - ly and sweet, May we, like Mag-da-lene, Lay at Thy feet; 

Master, no offering 

Costly and sweet, 
May we, like Magdalene, 

Lay at Thy feet; 
Yet may love's incense rise, 
Sweeter than sacrifice, 

Dear Lord, to Thee. 

2 Daily our lives would show 
Weakness made strong, 

Toilsome and gloomy ways 
Brightened with song ; 

Some deeds of kindness done, 

Some souls by patience won, 
Dear Lord, to Thee. 

3 Some word of hope, for hearts 
Burdened with fears, 

Some balm of peace, for eyes 

Blinded with tears, 
Some dews of mercy shed, 
Some wayward footsteps led, 

Dear Lord, to Thee. 

4 Thus, in Thy service, Lord, 
Till eventide 

Closes the day of life, 

May we abide. 
And when earth's labors cease, 
Bid us depart in peace, 

Dear Lord, to Thee. 

Edwin Pond Parker 



Sing of Je-sus, singfor ev-er, Ofthe love that changes nev-er. Who or what from Him can sever Those He makes Hisown? 

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Sing of Jesus, sing for ever, 
Of the love that changes never. 
Who or what from Him can sever 
Those He makes His own ? 

2 With His blood the Lord has bought them ; 
When they knew Him not, He sought them, 
And from all their wanderings brought them : 
His the praise alone. 

3 Through the desert Jesus leads them, 
With the bread of heaven He feeds them, 
And through all the way He speeds them 

To their home above. 

4 There they see the Lord who bought them, 
Him who came from heaven, and sought them, 
Him who by His Spirit taught them, 

Him they serve and love. 

Thomas Kelly i8is 

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Tho' di- vine, yet still di • 

In Thy dy-ing love for man. 

1 adore Thee ! I adore Thee ! 

Glorious ere the world began : 
Yet more wonderful Thou shinest, 
Though divine, yet still divinest 

In Thy dying love for man. 

2 I adore Thee! I adore Thee! 
Humbly at Thy footstool kneel : 

I have heard Thine accents thrilling, 
Lord, I come, for Thou art willing 
Me to pardon, me to heal. 

3 I adore Thee ! I adore Thee ! 

Born of woman, yet divine! 
With Thy Spirit, Lord, endue me, 
In Thine image pure renew me, 

Let me evermore be Thine. 

James Sparrow Simpson 

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Know the song that ceases never ; 
Song of songs Thou art, Saviour, 
All that endless day. 

2 Come, ye angels, round us gather, 
While to Jesus we draw nearer; 
In His throne He'll seat forever 
Those for whom He died. 




3 Underneath His throne a river, 
Clear as crystal, flows forever, 
Like His fulness, failing never: 

Hail, enthroned Lamb ! 

4 the unsearchable Redeemer! 
Shoreless ocean, sounded never! 
Yesterday, to-day, forever, 

Jesus Christ, the same. 

Nehemiah Adams 1804 



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I rest my weary soul in Thee ; 

1 give Thee back the life I owe, 
That in Thine ocean depths its flow 

May richer, fuller be. 

2 joy that seekest me through pain, 
I cannot close my heart to Thee j 

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I trace the rainbow through the rain, 
And feel the promise is not vain 

That morn shall tearless be. 
3 Cross that liftest up my head, 

I dare not ask to fly from Thee; 
I lay in dust life's glory dead, 
And from the ground there blossoms red 

Life that shall endless be. 

George Matheson 1882 

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All other names above, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 
Thou art all to me ; 
Nothing to please I see, 
Nothing apart from Thee, 

Jesus, my Lord! 
2 When unto Thee I flee, 
Thou wilt my refuge be, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 


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What need I now to fear ? 
What earthly grief or care ? 
Since Thou art ever near, 

Jesus my Lord ! 
3 Soon Thou wilt come again ; 
I shall be happy then, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 
Then Thine own face I'll see, 
Then I shall like Thee be, 
Then evermore with Thee, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 

James George Deck 1P42 


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Thou of God and man the Son ! 
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, 

Thee, my soul's glor} T , joy, and crown. 


Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, 

Who makes the woeful heart to sing. 

3 Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the 


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Robed in the blooming garb of spring ; 

Than all the angels heaven can boast. 

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Day fills up all its blue : [sadness ; 

Unfailing beauty, and unfaltering gladness, 
And love for ever new ! 

4 Light of the world ! undimming and un- 

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Banish the fear, the falsehood, and the fret- 
Be our unchanging day ! [ting, 

Horatius Bonar 


Light of the world ! for ever, ever shining ; 

There is no change in Thee ; [ing, 

True Light of life, all joy and health enshrin- 

Thou canst not fade nor flee. 

2 Thou hast arisen; but Thou declinest never, 

To-day shines as the past ; 
All that Thou wast, Thou art, and shaltbe ever ; 

Brightness from first to last ! 


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Glory to God on high, 
Let praises fill the sky! 

Praise ye His name. 
Angels His name adore, 
Who all our sorrows bore, 
And saints cry evermore, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 
2 All they around the throne 
Cheerfully join in one, 

Praising His name. 

We who have felt His blood 
Sealing our peace with God, 
Spread His dear fame abroad: 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 
3 Join all ye ransomed race, 
Our Lord and God to bless; 

Praise ye His name! 
In Him we will rejoice, 
Making a cheerful noise, 
And say with heart and voice, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 

James Allen 1761 


F. Giardini 

Shepherd of tender youth, 
Guiding in love and truth 

Through devious ways ; 
Christ our triumphant King, 
We come Thy name to singj 
Hither our children bring 

Tributes of praise. 
2 Thou art our holy Lord, 
The all-subduing Word, , 

Healer of strife: 
Thou didst Thyself abase, 
That from sin's deep disgrace 
Thou mightest save our race, 

And give us life. 

3 Ever be Thou our guide, 
Our Shepherd and our pride, 

Our staff and song: 
Jesus, Thou Christ of God, 
By Thy perennial word 
Lead us where Thou hast trod, 

Make our faith strong. 

4 So now, and till we die, 
Sound we Thy praises high, 

And joyful sing. 
Let all the holy throng 
Who to Thy Church belong, 
Unite and swell the song 

To Christ our King! 

From Clement of Alexandria, ab. 200 
Tr. by Henry Martyn Dexter 1846 


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Jesus, still lead on. 

Till our rest be won ; 
And although the way be cheerless, 
We will follow, calm and fearless : 

Guide us by Thy hand 

To our Fatherland. 

2 If the way be drear. 

If the foe be near, 
Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, 
Let not faith and hope forsake us; 

For through many a foe. 

To our home we go. 

REDHEAD No. 45 7s. 

3 When we seek relief 
From a long-felt grief, 

When temptations come alluring, 
Make us patient and enduring; 

Show us that bright shore 
Where we weep no more. 

4 Jesus, still lead on, 
Till our rest be won ; 

Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
Still support, console, protect us, 

Till we safely stand 

In our Fatherland. 

Nicolaus Ludwig Zinzendorf 1721 Tr. by Jane Borthwick 1853 

Arr. by R. Redhead 

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Soldiers of the cross, arise. 

Gird you with your armor bright ; 

Mighty are your enemies, 

Hard the battle ye must fight. 

2 O'er a faithless fallen world 
Raise your banner in the sky ; 

Let it float there wide unfurled; 
Bear it onward ; lift it high. 

3 '^lid the homes of want and woe, 
Strangers to the living word, 

Let the Saviour's herald go, 
Let the voice of hope be heard. 

•A To the weary and the worn 

Tell of realms where sorrows cease : 

To the outcast and forlorn 
Speak of mercy and of peace. 

5 Guard the helpless : seek the strayed 
Comfort troubles: banish grief; 

In the might of God arrayed, 
Scatter sin and unbelief. 

6 Be the banner still unfurled, 

Still unsheathed the Spirit's sword, 
Till the kingdoms of the world 
Are the kingdom of the Lord. 

William Walsham How i?54 

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My heart a-wak-ing cries, May Je-sus Christbe prais'd: 

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When morning gilds the skies, 
My heart awaking cries, 

May Jesus Christ be praised : 
Alike at work and prayer, 
To Jesus I repair ; 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

2 To Thee, God above, 
I cry with glowing love, 

May Jesus Christ be praised: 
This song of sacred joy, 
It never seems to cloy : 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

3 Does sadness fill my mind? 
A solace here I find, 

May Jesus Christ be praised : 

Or fades my earthly bliss? 
My comfort still is this, 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

4 When evil thoughts molest, 
With this I shield my breast, 

May Jesus Christ be praised : 
The powers of darkness fear, 
When this sweet chant they hear : 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

5 Be this, while life is mine, 
My canticle divine: 

May Jesus Christ be praised : 
Be this the eternal song, 
Through all the ages on: 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

Tr. by Edward Caswall 1858 


J. Zundel 

I was a wand'ring sheep, I did not love the fold; I didnotlovemy Shepherd'svoice, 

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could I speak the matchless worth, 
could I sound the glories forth, 

Which in my Saviour shine, 
I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, 
And vie with Gabriel while he sings 

In notes almost divine. 

2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt 

Of sin, and wrath divine ; 
I'd sing His glorious righteousness, 
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress 

My soul shall ever shine. 

3 I'd sing the characters He bears, 
And all the forms of love He wears, 

Exalted on His throne ; 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
I would to everlasting days 

Make all His glories known. 

4 Well, the delightful day will come 
When my dear Lord will bring me home, 

And I shall see His face ; 
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity I'll spend, 

Triumphant in His grace. 

Samuel Medley 1789 


S. M. D. 

I was a wandering sheep, 

I did not love the fold ; 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 

I would not be controlled : 
I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home, 

1 did not love my Father's voice, 
I loved afar to roam. 

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, 
The Father sought His child, 

They followed me o'er vale and hill, 
O'er deserts waste and wild: 

They found me nigh to death, 
Famished and faint, and lone; 

They bound me with the bands of love ; 
They saved the wandering one. 

3 Jesus my Shepherd is, 
'Twas He that loved my soul, 

'Twas He that washed me in His blood, 
'Twas He that made me whole ; 

'Twas He that sought the lost, 
That found the wandering sheep, 

'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 
'Tis He that still doth keep. 

4 I was a wandering sheep, 
I would not be controlled ; 

But now I love the Shepherd's voice, 

I love, I love the fold; 
I was a wayward child, 

I once preferred to roam ; 
But now I love my Father's voice, 

I love, I love His home. 

Horatius Bonar 1844 



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Our humble thanks to Thee, 
May every heart with rapture say, 

The Saviour died for me ! 
O may the sweet, the blissful theme, 

Fill every heart and tongue, 
Till strangers love Thy charming name, 

And join the sacred song ! 

Anne Steele 1760 




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Majestic sweetness sits enthroned His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. 

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Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon the Saviour's brow ; 
His head with radiant glories crowned, 

His lips with grace o'erflow. 

2 No mortal can with Him compare 
Among the sons of men ; 

Fairer is He than all the fair 
That fill the heavenly train. 

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 
He flew to my relief; 

For me He bore the shameful cross, 
And carried all my grief. 

4 To Him I owe my life and breath. 
And all the joys I have; 

He makes me triumph over death 
He saves me from the grave. 

5 Since from His bounty I receive 
Such proofs of love divine, 

Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
Lord, they should all be Thine. 

Samuel Stennett 1-' 

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In radiant garments dressed, 

Praise Thee, Thou Son of God, and reap 

The fulness of Thy rest. 
The apostles' glorious company 

Thy righteous praise proclaim : 
The martyred army glorify 

Thine everlasting name. 

4 Through all the world. Thy churches join 
To call on Thee their Head, 

Brightness of majesty Divine, 

Who every power hast made. 
Among their number, Lord, we love 

To sing Thy precious blood. 
Reign here, and in the worlds above, 

Thou Holy Lamb of God. 

John Cennick 1743 

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We sing to Thee, Thou Son of God, 

Fountain of life and grace ; 
We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood 

Redeemed our fallen race ; 
Thee we acknowledge God and Lord, 

The Lamb for sinners slain ; 
Who art by heaven and earth adored, 

Worthy o'er both to reign. 

2 To Thee all angels cry aloud, 

Through heaven's extended coasts : — 
Hail ! holy, holy, holy Lord 

Of glory and of hosts. 
The cherubim and seraphim 

Incessant sing to Thee; 
The worlds and all the powers therein 

Adore Thy majesty. 

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How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 

And drives away his fear. 

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
And calms the troubled breast ; 

'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 

3 Dear name ! the Rock on which I build, 
My Shield and Hiding-place, 

My never-failing treasury, filled 
With boundless stores of grace ! 

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 
My Prophet, Priest, and King ; 

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

5 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
And cold my warmest thought; 

But when I see Thee as Thou art, 
I'll praise Thee as I ought. 

John Newton 1779 


My God, I love Thee: not because 

I hope for heaven thereby, 
Nor yet because who love Thee not 

Must die eternally. 

2 Thou, my Jesus, Thou didst me 
Upon the cross embrace: 

For me didst bear the nails, and spear, 
And manifold disgrace ; 

3 Then why, blessed Jesus Christ, 
Should I not love Thee well? 

Not for the hope of winning heaven, 
Nor of escaping hell. 

4 Not with the hope of gaining aught, 
Not seeking a reward ; 

But as Thyself hast loved me, 
ever-loving Lord. 

5 So would I love Thee, dearest Lord, 
And in Thy praise will sing; 

Solely because Thou art my God, 
And my eternal King. 

Francis Xavier 1552 Tr. by Edward Caswall 1849 


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Jesus, I love Thy charming name, 'Tis mu- sic to mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heav'n should hear. 



Jesus, I love Thy charming name, 

'Tis music to mine ear ; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud 

That earth and heaven should hear. 

2 All my capacious powers can wish 

In Thee doth richly meet ; 
Not to mine eyes is light so dear, 

Nor friendship half so sweet. 

3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 
And sheds its fragrance there ; 

The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

4 I'll speak the honors of Thy name 
With my last laboring breath ; 

Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, 
The conqueror of death. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

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Crown His head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassions never ceasing, Comes salvation to proclaim. 


Crown His head with endless blessing, 
Who, in God the Father's name, 

With compassions never ceasing, 
Comes salvation to proclaim. 

2 Hail! ye saints! who know His favor, 
Who within His gates are found, — 

There, on high exalt the Saviour, 
Let His courts with praise resound. 


3 Jesus! Thee our Saviour hailing, 
Thee our God in praise we own; 

Highest honors, never failing, 
Rise eternal round Thy throne. 

4 Now, ye saints ! His power confessing, 
In your grateful strains adore ; 

For His mercy, never ceasing, 
Flows, and flows for evermore. 

William Goode 1811 


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To mine attentive ear? 

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear? 

3 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock 
I would disdain to feed? 

Hast Thou a foe before whose face 
I fear Thy cause to plead ? 

4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
In honor of Thy name, 

And challenge the cold hand of death, 
To damp the immortal flame ? 

5 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord, 

But 0, I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 

And learn to love Thee more. 

_, __ Philip Doddridge 1740 


Amazing grace! how sweet the sound! 
That saved a wretch like me ! 

1 once was lost, but now am found, 
Was blind, but now I see. 

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 
And grace my fears relieved ; 

How precious did that grace appear 
The hour I first believed! 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
I have already come ; 

'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far 
And grace will lead me home. 

John Newton 1779 


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I've found the Pearl of greatest price, 

My heart doth sing for joy; 
And sing I must ; for Christ is mine, 

Christ shall my song employ. 

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; 
A Prophet full of light, 

My great High-Priest before the throne, 
My King of heavenly might. 

3 For He indeed is Lord of lords, 
And He the King of kings ; 

He is the Sun of righteousness, 
With healing in His wings. 

4 Christ is my Peace; He died for me, 
For me He gave His blood ; 

And as my wondrous Sacrifice, 
Offered Himself to God. 

5 Christ Jesus is my All in all, 
My Comfort and my Love, 

My Life below, and He shall be 
My Joy and Crown above. 

John Mason 1683 


Jesus, these eyes have never seen 

That radiant form of Thine ; 
The veil of sense hangs dark between 

Thy blessed face and mine. 

2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not, 
Yet art Thou oft with me ; 

And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 
As where I meet with Thee. 

3 Like some bright dream that comes un- 
When slumbers o'er me roll, [sought 

Thine image ever fills my thought, 
And charms my ravished soul. 

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still 
Must rest in faith alone, 

I love Thee, dearest Lord, — and will, 
Unseen, but not unknown. 

5 "When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 
And still this throbbing heart, 

The rending veil shall Thee reveal, 
All-glorious as Thou art. 

Ray Palmer 1858 


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Jesus, Thou the beauty art 

Of angel-worlds above; 
Thy name is music to the heart, 

Enchanting it with love. 

2 Jesus, Saviour, hear the sighs 
Which unto Thee I send ; 

To Thee my inmost spirit cries, 
My being's hope and end. 

3 Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy light 
Illume the soul's abyss ; 

Scatter the darkness of our night, 
And fill the world with bliss. 

4 Jesus, King of earth and heaven, 
Our life and joy! to Thee 

Be honor, thanks, and blessing given 
Through all eternity ! 

Bernard of Clairvaux Tr. by Edward Caswall 1848 

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Jesus, the very thought of Thee 
With sweetness fills my breast ; 

But sweeter far Thy face to see, 
And in Thy presence rest. 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 
Nor can the memory find 

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, 
Saviour of mankind! 

3 hope of every contrite heart, 
joy of all the meek, 

To those who fall, how kind Thou art ! 
How good to those who seek! 

4 But what to those who find ? Ah, this, 
Nor tongue nor pen can show : 

The love of Jesus, what it is, 
None but His loved ones know. 

5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou, 
As Thou our prize wilt be ; 

Jesus, be Thou our glory now, 
And through eternity. 

Bernard of C lairvaux Tr. by Edward Caswall 1848 


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1 worship Thee, sweet Will of God, 
And all Thy ways adore; 

And every day I live, I seem 
To love Thee more and more. 

2 I love to kiss each print where Thou 
Hast set Thine unseen feet : 

I cannot fear Thee, blessed Will, 
Thine empire is so sweet. 

3 I have no cares, O blessed Will, 
For all my cares are Thine ; 

I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou 
Hast made Thy triumphs mine. 

4 111 that He blesses is our good, 
And unblest good is ill ; 

And all is right that seems most wrong, 
If it be His sweet will. 

Frederick William Faber 1849 


Jesus, King most wonderful, 
Thou Conqueror renowned, 

Thou sweetness most ineffable, 
In whom all joys are found: 

2 When once Thou visitest the heart, 
Then truth begins to shine, 

Then earthly vanities depart, 
Then kindles love divine. 

3 Jesus, light of all below, 
Thou fount of life and fire, 

Surpassing all the joys we know, 
All that we can desire : 

4 May every heart confess Thy name, 
And ever Thee adore; 

And seeking Thee, itself inflame 
To seek Thee more and more. 

5 Thee may our tongues forever bless; 
Thee may we love alone; 

And ever in our lives express 
The image of Thine own. 

Bernard of Clairvaux Tr. by Edward Caswall 1848 


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The glories of my God and King, 

The triumphs of His grace. 

2 My gracious Master and my God, 
Assist me to proclaim, 

To spread through all the earth abroad, 
The honors of Thy name. 

3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, 
That bids our sorrows cease ; 

'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, 
He sets the prisoners free ; 

His blood can make the foulest clean, 
His blood availed for me. 

5 Glory to God, and praise, and love, 
Be ever, ever given ; 

By saints below and saints above, 
The Church in earth and heaven. 

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My dawning is begun; 
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3 The opening heavens around me shine 
With beams of sacred bliss, 

While Jesus shows His heart is mine, 
And whispers, I am His. 

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, 
At that transporting word ; 

Run up with joy the shining way, 
T' embrace my dearest Lord. 

Isaac Watts 1707 

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A-wake, and sing the song Of Mo -ses and the Lamb; Wake every heartand every tongue, To praise the Saviour's name. 

Awake, and sing the song 

Of Moses and tbe Lamb ; 
Wake every heart and every tongue, 

To praise the Saviour's name. 

2 Sing of His dying love ; 
Sing of His rising power; 

Sing how He intercedes above 
For those whose sins He bore. 

3 Sing till we feel our hearts 
Ascending with our tongues: 

Sing till the love of sin departs, 
And grace inspires our songs. 

4 Sing on your heavenly way, 
Ye ransomed sinners, sing; 

Sing on, rejoicing every day 
In Christ the eternal King. 

5 Soon shall ye hear Him say, 
''Ye blessed children, come:" 

Soon will He call you hence away, 
And take His wanderers home. 

William Hammond 1745 Martin Madan 1760 

To God the only wise, 

Our Saviour and our King, 

Let all the saints below the skies 
Their humble praises bring. 

2 'Tis His almighty love, 
His counsel and His care, 

Preserves us safe from sin and death. 
And every hurtful snare. 

3 He will present our souls, 

L nblemished and complete, 
Before the glory of His face, 
With joys divinely great. 

4 Then all the chosen seed 
Shall meet around the throne, 

Shall bless the conduct of His grace, 
And make His wonders known, 

5 To our Redeemer God 
Wisdom and power belongs, 

Immortal crowns of majesty, 
And everlasting songs. 

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Grace, 'tis a charming sound, 
Harmonious to mine ear: 

Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived the way 

To save rebellious man, 
And all the steps that grace display 

Which drew the wondrous plan 

3 Grace taught my wandering feet 
To tread the heavenly road ; 

And new supplies each hour I meet, 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
Through everlasting days ; 

It lays in heaven the topmost stone. 
And well deserves the praise. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 


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"Whom yet uuseeu we love, 
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All other names above : 

Cho. — We worship Thee, we bless Thee, 
To Thee alone we sing; 
We praise Thee, and confess Thee 
Our holy Lord and King! 

2 bringer of salvation, 

Who wondrously hast wrought, 

Thyself the revelation 
Of love beyond our thought : — Cho. 

3 In Thee all fulness dwelleth, 
All grace and power divine ; 

The glory that excelleth, 
Son of God, is Thine:— Cho. 

4 grant the consummation 
Of this our song above, 

In endless adoration, 
And everlasting love : 

Cho. — Then shall we praise and bless Thee, 
Where perfect praises ring, 
And evermore confess Thee 
Our Saviour and our King! 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1873 

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To Thee, dear, dear Saviour ! 

My spirit turns for rest, 
My peace is in Thy favor, 

My pillow on Thy breast; 
Though all the world deceive me, 

I know that I am Thine, 
And Thou wilt never leave me, 

blessed Saviour mine. 

2 In Thee my trust abideth, 
On Thee my hope relies, 

Thou whose love provideth 

For all beneath the skies ; 
Thou whose mercy found me, 

From bondage set me free, 
And then for ever bound me 

With threefold cords to Thee. 

3 Alas, that I should ever 
Have failed in love to Thee, 

The only one who never 

Forgot or slighted me ! 
for that choicest blessing 

Of liviug in Thy love, 
And thus on earth possessing 

The peace of heaven above. 

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Shepherd, ever kind, 
Thy very name is music 

To ear, and heart, and mind. 
It woke my wondering childhood 

To muse on things above ; 
It drew my harder manhood 

With cords of mighty love. 

2 How oft to sure destruction 
My feet had gone astray, 

Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd, 
The guardian of my way! 

How oft in darkness fallen, 
And wounded sore by sin, 

Thy hand has gently raised me, 
And healing balm poured iu. 

3 Shepherd good, I follow 
Wherever Thou wilt lead ; 

No matter where the pastures, 
With Thee at hand, to feed. 

Thy voice, in life so mighty, 
In death shall make me bold : 

bring my ransomed spirit 
To Thine eternal fold. 

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For the beauty of the earth, 

For the beauty of the skies, 
For the love which from our birth 

Over and around us lies : 
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise 
This, our sacrifice of praise. 

2 For the beauty of each hour 
Of the day and of the night, 

Hill and vale, and tree and flower, 
Sun and moon and stars of light ; 
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise 
This, our sacrifice of praise. 

3 For the joy of human love, 
Brother, sister, parent, child, 

Friends on earth, and friends above ; 

For all gentle thoughts and mild: 
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise 
This, our sacrifice of praise. 

4 For each perfect gift of Thine 
To our race so freely given, 

Graces, human and divine, 

Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven: 
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise 
This, our sacrifice of praise. 

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5 For Thy Church that evermore 
Lifteth holy hands above, 

Offering up on every shore 
Its pure sacrifice of love : 

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise 

This, our sacrifice of praise. 

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Blessed Saviour, Thee I love, 
All my other joys above ; 
All my hopes in Thee abide, 
Thou my hope, and naught beside ; 
Ever let my glory be, 
Only, only, only Thee. 

3 Once again beside the cross, 
All my gain I count but loss; 
Earthly pleasures fade away; 
Clouds they are that hide my day: 
Hence, vain shadows, let me see 
Jesus, crucified for me. 

3 Blessed Saviour, Thine am I, 
Thine to live, and Thine to die • 
Height or depth, or earthly power, 
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more: 
Ever shall my glory be, 
Only, only, only Thee. 

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Holiest, tenderest, nearest; 
Jesus, source of grace completest, 
Jesus purest, Jesus sweetest, 

Jesus, well of pow r er divine, 

Make me, keep me, seal me Thine. 

2 Jesus, open me the gate 

Which the sinner entered, 
Who, in his last dying state, 

Wholly on Thee ventured ; 
Thou, whose wounds are ever pleading, 
And Thy passion interceding, 

From my misery let me rise 

To a home in Paradise. 

3 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me, 
Scourged for my transgression, 

Witnessing, through agony, 

That Thy good confession; 
Jesus, clad in purple raiment, 
For my evil making payment; 
Let not all Thy woe and pain, 
Let not Calvary, be in vain. 

4 When I cross death's bitter sea, 
And its waves roll higher, 

Help the more forsaking me 

As the storm draws nigher; 
Jesus, leave me not to languish, 
Helpless, hopeless,, full of anguish ; 
Tell me, " Verily, I say, 
Thou shalt be with Me to-day." 

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Chosen not for good in me, 

Wakened up from wrath to flee, 

Hidden in the Saviour's side, 

By the Spirit sanctified, 

Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, 

By my love, how much I owe. 

2 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, 
Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud; 
But, when fear is at the height, 

Jesus comes, and all is light : 
Blessed Jesus, bid me show 
Doubting saints how T much I owe. 

3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign, 
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain ; 
But a night Thine anger burns, 
Morning comes, and joy returns: 
God of comforts, bid me show 
To Thy poor how much I owe. 

Robert Murray McCheyne 1837 


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Come and gather round His feet? 
There's a wideness in God's mercy, 

Like the wideness of the sea ; 
There's a kindness in His justice, 

Which is more than liberty. 

2 There's no place where earthly sorrows 
Are more felt than up in Heaven, 

There's no place where earthly failings 
Have such kindly judgment given, 

There is welcome for the sinner, 
And more graces for the good j 

There is mercy with the Saviour; 
There is healing in His blood. 

3 For the love of God is broader 

Than the measure of man's mind ; 
And the heart of the Eternal 

Is most wonderfully kind. 
If our love were but more simple, 

We should take Him at His word ; 
And our lives would be all sunshine 

In the sweetness of our Lord. 

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Only Thee I wish to sing; 
To my soul Thy name is precious, 

Thou my Prophet, Priest and King. 
what mercy flows from heaven, 

what joy and happiness! 
Love I much, I've much forgiven; 

I'm a miracle of grace. 

2 Once with Adam's race in ruin, 
Unconcerned in sin I lay, 

Swift destruction still pursuing, 
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Witness, all ye host of heaven, 
My Redeemer's tenderness. 

Love I much, I've much forgiven ; 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

3 Shout, ye bright, angelic choir, 
Praise the Lamb enthroned above, 

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Love I much, I've much forgiven; 

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Lowly, Mighty! — Brother, King! — 
Musing o'er Thy wondrous story, 

Grateful we Thy praises sing: 
Friend to help us, cheer us, save us, 

In whom power and pity blend — 
Praise we must the grace which gave us 

Jesus Christ, the sinners' Friend. 

2 Friend who never fails nor grieves us, 
Faithful, tender, constant, kind! — 

Friend who at all times receives us, 
Friend who came the lost to find ! — 

Sorrow soothing, joys enhancing, 
Loving until life shall end — 

Then conferring bliss entrancing, 
Still, in heaven, the sinners' Friend! 

3 to love and serve Thee better ! 
From all evil set us free ; 

Break, Lord, every sinful fetter ; 

Be each thought conformed to Thee: 
Looking for Thy bright appearing, 

May our spirits upward tend ; 
Till no longer doubting, fearing. 

We behold the sinners' Friend ! 

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Listen while we sing; 
Hearts and voices raising 

Praises to our King. 
All we have we offer, 

All we hope to be, 
Body, soul, and spirit, 

All we yield to Thee. 

2 Nearer, ever nearer, 

Christ, we draw to Thee, 
Deep in adoration 

Bending low the knee : 
Thou for our redemption 

Cam'st on earth to die : 
Thou, that we might follow, 

Hast gone up on high. 

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Are Thy mercies here, 

True and everlasting 

Are the glories there ; 
Where no pain, or sorrow, 

Toil, or care, is known, 
Where the angel legions 

Circle round Thy throne. 

4 Brighter still, and brighter, 
Glows the western sun, 

Shedding all its gladness 
O'er our work that's done ; 

Time will soon be over, 
Toil and sorrow past, 

May we, blessed Saviour, 
Find a rest at last. 

Godfrey Thring 1858 


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Glory to God! whose witness-train, 

Those heroes bold in faith, 
Could smile on poverty and pain, 

And triumph e'en in death. 
2 O, may that faith our hearts sustain, 

Wherein they fearless stood, 
When, in the power of cruel men, 

They poured their willing blood. 

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Can damp the scorching flame, 

Can build an ark, can smooth the wave, 
For such as love His name. 

4 Lord! if Thine arm support us still 
With its eternal strength, 

We shall o'ercome the mightiest ill, 
And conquerors prove at length. 

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Till the prize is won. 
3 Bliss, all bliss excelling, 

When the ransomed soul, 
Earthly toils forgetting, 

Finds its promised goal ; 
Where in joys unheard of 

Saints with angels sing, 
Never weary raising 

Praises to their King. 


Clearer still, and clearer, 

Dawns the light from heaven, 
In our sadness bringing 

News of sins forgiven ; 
Life has lost its shadows, 

Pure the light within ; 
Thou hast shed Thy radiance 

On a world of sin. 
2 Onward, ever onward, 

Journeying o'er the road 
Worn by saints before us, 

Journeying on to God! 

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If onward ye will tread 

With Jesus as your Fellow 
To Jesus as your Head ! 

2 happy if ye labor 
As Jesus did for men : 

happy if ye hunger 
As Jesus hungered then ! 

3 The cross that Jesus carried 
He carried as your due: 

The crown that Jesus weareth 
He weareth it for you. 


4 The trials that beset you, 
The sorrows ye endure, 

The manifold temptations 
That death alone can cure, 

5 What are they but His jewels 
Of right celestial worth ? 

What are they but the ladder 
Set up to heaven on earth ? 

6 happy band of pilgrims, 
Look upward to the skies, 

Where such a light affliction 
Shall win so great a prize. 

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Wake the morn with gladness : 
God Himself, to joy and praise, 

Turns the martyrs' sadness : 
This the day that won their crown, 

Opened heaven's bright portal, 
As they laid the mortal down, 

And put on the immortal. 

2 Never flinched they from the flame, 

From the torture, never; 
Vain the foeman's sharpest aim, 

Satan's best endeavor : 

For by faith they saw the land 

Decked in all its glory, 
Where triumphant now they stand 

With the victor's story. 

3 Faith they had that knew not shame, 

Love that could not languish, 
And eternal hope o'ercame 

That one moment's anguish. 
Up and follow, Christian men ! 

Press through toil and sorrow ! 
Spurn the night of fear, and then 

the glorious morrow ! 

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Fear not, little flock, the foe 
Who madly seeks your overthrow, 

Dread not his rage and power : 
What tho' your courage sometimes faints, 
His seeming triumph o'er God's saints 

Lasts but a little hour. 

2 Be of good cheer j your cause belongs 
To Him who can avenge your wrongs ; 

Leave it to Him, our Lord. 
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, 
Salvation shall for you arise : 

He girdeth on His sword ! 

3 As true as God's own word is true, 
Not earth nor hell with all their crew 

Against us shall prevail. 
A jest and by-word are they grown : 
God is with us ; we are His own ; 

Our victory cannot fail. 

4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer. 
Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare 

Fight for us once again ! 
So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise 
A mighty chorus to Thy praise, 

World without end, Amen. 

Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1855 


H. M. 

Gird on Thy conquering sword, 

Ascend Thy shining car ; 
And march, almighty Lord, 
To wage Thy holy war : 
Before His wheels in glad surprise, 
Ye valleys rise, and sink, ye hills. 

2 Fair truth, and smiling love, 

And injured righteousness, 
Under Thy banners move, 
And seek from Thee redress : 
Thou in their cause shalt prosperous ride, 
And far and wide dispense Thy laws. 

3 Before Thine awful face 
Millions of foes shall fall, 

The captives of Thy grace, — 
The grace that conquers all : 
The world shall know, Great King of kings, 
What wondrous things Thine arm can do. 

4 Here to my waiting soul 
Bend Thy triumphant way; 

Here every fear control, 
And all Thy power display : 
My heart, Thy throne, blest Jesus, see, 
Bows low to Thee, — to Thee alone. 

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Fight the fight, maintain the strife 
Strengthened with the bread of life. 

2 Let your drooping hearts be glad: 
March in heavenly armor clad : 
Fight, nor think the battle long, 
Victory soon shall tune your song. 

3 Let not sorrow dim your eye, 
Soon shall every tear be dry ; 
Let not fears your course impede, 
Great your strength, if great your need. 

4 Onward then in battle move, 
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Though opposed by many a foe, 
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Faint not, Christian, though the road, 
Leading to thy blest abode, 
Darksome be, and dangerous too ; 
Christ thy guide will bring thee through. 

2 Faint not, Christian, though the world 
Has its hostile flag unfurled ; 

Hold the cross of Jesus fast, 
Thou shalt overcome at last. 

3 Faint not, Christian, though within 
There's a heart so prone to sin ; 
Christ, the Lord, is over all, 

He'll not suffer thee to fall. 

4 Faint not, Christian, Jesus near 
Soon in glory will appear ; 

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Power to conquer every foe. 

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3 Firm as His throne His promise stands, 
And He can well secure 

What I've committed to His hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will He own my worthless name 
Before His Father's face, 

And in the New Jerusalem 
Appoint my soul a place. 

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2 We come in the might of the Lord of light, 
A joyful host to meet Him ; 

And we put to flight the armies of night, 
That the sons of the day may greet Him, 
We march, we march, etc. 

3 Our sword is the Spirit of God on high, 
Our helmet is His salvation, 

Our banner the cross of Calvary, 

Our watchword, the Incarnation. 
We march, we march, etc. 

4 And the choir of angels with song awaits, 
Our march to the golden Sion ; 

For our Captain has broken the brazen gates, 
And burst the bars of iron. 
We march, we march, etc. 

5 Then onward we march, our arms to prove, 
With the banner of Christ before us, 

With His eye of love looking down from 
And His holy arm spread o'er us. 
We march, we march, etc. 

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Thy joy to do the Father's will: 
It is the way the Master went ; 

Should not the servant tread it still ? 
2 Go, labor on ; 'tis not for naught ; 

Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain : 
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; 

The Master praises, — what are men ? 






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3 Go, labor on ; enough, while here, 
If He shall praise thee, if He deign 

Thy williug heart to mark and cheer: 
No toil for Him shall be in vain. 

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; 
For toil comes rest, for exile home ; 

Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, 
The midnight peal: "Behold, I come!" 

Horatius Bonar 1857 



Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 
And gird the gospel armor on ; 

March to the gates of eudless joy, 

Where Jesus our great Captain's gone. 

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, 
But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; 

Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, 
And sung the triumph when He rose. 

3 Then let my soul march boldly on, 
Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 

There peace and joy eternal reign, 

And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 

4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
And triumph in almighty grace; 

While all the armies of the skies 
Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 

Isaac Watts 1707 


Fight the good fight with all thy might, 
Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; 
Lay hold on life, and it shall be 
Thy joy and crown eternally. 

2 Run the straight race through God's good 
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face ; [grace, 
Life with its way before us lies, 

Christ is the path, and Christ the prize. 

3 Cast care aside, upon thy Guide 
Lean, and His mercy will provide; 
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove 
Christ is its life, and Christ its love. 

4 Faint not, nor fear, His arms are near, 
He changeth not, and thou art dear: 
Only believe, and thou shalt see 

That Christ is all in all to thee. 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863 


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Awake, our souls, away our fears, 
Let every trembling thought be gone ; 

Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on. 

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 
And mortal spirits tire and faint; 

But they forget the mighty God 

Who feeds the strength of every saint. 

3 The mighty God ! whose matchless power 
Is ever new and ever young, 

And firm endures while endless j'ears 
Their everlasting circles run. 

4 From Thee, the overflowing spring, 
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; 

While such as trust their native strength 
Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air 
We'll mount aloft to Thine abode ; 

On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
Nor tire amid the heavenly road. 

Isaac Watts 1709 

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A mortal man ashamed of Thee ? 
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine through endless days ? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star : 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon 
Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He, 
Bright morning star, bid darkness flee. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
No, when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere His name. 

5 Ashamed of Jesus ! 3*es, I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fear to quell, no soul to save. 

G Till then, nor is my boasting vain, 
Till then I boast a Saviour slain ; 
And 0, may this niy glory be, 
That Christ is not ashamed of me. 

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Ye bars of iron, yield ! 
And let the King of Glory pass; 

The cross is in the field ! 
That banner, brighter than the star 

That leads the train of night, 
Shines on the march, and guides from far 

His servants to the fight. 

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2 Then fear not, faint not, halt not now, 

In Jesus' name be strong ! 
To Him shall every creature bow, 

And sing the triumph-song : 
Uplifted are the gates of brass, 

The bars of iron yield ; 
Behold the King of Glory pass ! 

The cross hath won the field ! 

James Montgomery 1853 

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Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 

And press with vigor on : 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 

And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 
Hold thee in full survey : 

Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice 
That calls thee from on high ; 

'Tis His own hand presents the prize 
To thiue aspiring eye: 

4 That prize with peerless glories bright, 
Which shall new lustre boast, 

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 
Shall blend in common dust. 

5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee, 
Have I my race begun ; 

And crowned with victory, at Thy feet 
I'll lay my honors down. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

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The Son of God goes forth to war, 

A kingly crown to gain ; 
His blood-red banner streams afar: 

Who follows in His train ? 
Who best can drink His cup of woe, 

Triumphant over pain, 
Who patient bears His cross below, 

He follows in His train. 

2 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 
Could pierce beyond the grave, 

Who saw his Master in the sky, 

And called on Him to save : 
Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, 

In midst of mortal pain, 
He prayed for them that did the wrong: 

Who follows in His train ? 

3 A glorious band, the chosen few 
On whom the Spirit came, 

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, 
And mocked the cross and flame ; 

They climbed the steep ascent of heaven 
Through peril, toil, and pain : 

God, to us may grace be given 
To follow in their train. 

Reginald Heber 1827 

Am I a soldier of the cross, 

A follower of the Lamb ? 
And shall I fear to own His cause, 

Or blush to speak His name ? 
Must I be carried to the skies 

On flowery beds of ease, 
While others fought to wiu the prize, 

And sailed through bloody seas? 

2 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
Must I not stem the flood ? 

Is this vile world a friend to grace, 

To help me on to God? 
Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; 

Increase my courage, Lord j 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 

Supported by Thy word. 

3 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 
Shall conquer though they die ; 

They view the triumph from afar, 
And seize it with their eye. 

When that illustrious day shall rise. 
And all Thine armies shine 

In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall' be Thine. 

Isaac Watts 1723 



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Give to the winds thy fears ; 

Hope, and be undismayed : 
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; 

God shall lift up thy head. 

2 Through waves and clouds and storms, 
He gently clears thy way : 

Wait thou His time, so shall this night 
Soon end in joyous day. 

3 What though thou rulest not, 
Yet heaven and earth and hell 

Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, 
And ruleth all things well. 


4 Far, far above thy thought 
His counsel shall appear, 

When fully He the work hath wrought 
That caused thy needless fear. 

5 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, 
Our hearts are known to Thee ; 

lift Thou up the sinking hand, 
Confirm the feeble knee. 

6 Let us, in life, in death, 
Thy steadfast truth declare, 

And publish with our latest breath 
Thy love and guardian care. 

Paul Gerhardt 1656 Tr. by John Wesley 1739 

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Soldiers of Christ, arise, 

And put your armor on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies, 

Through His eternal Son. 

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 
And in His mighty power, 

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
Is more than conqueror. 

3 Stand, then, in His great might, 
With all His strength endued, 

And take, to arm you for the fight, 
The panoply of God; 

4 That, having all things done, 
And all your conflicts past, 

Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, 
And stand entire at last. 

Charles Wesley 1749 

A charge to keep I have, 

A God to glorify, 
A never-dying soul to save, 

And fit it for the sky ; 

2 To serve the present age, 
My calling to fulfil : 

O may it all my powers engage 
To do my Master's will. 

3 Arm me with jealous care, 
As in Thy sight to live, 

And Thy servant, Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give. 

4 Help me to watch and pray, 
And on Thyself rely, 

Assured, if I my trust betray, 
I shall for ever die. 

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Rejoice, ye pure in heart ! 

Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! 
Your glorious banner wave on high, 

The cross of Christ your King! 
2 Still lift your standard high ! 

Still march in firm array ! 
As warriors, through the darkness toil, 

Till dawns the golden day ! 



3 At last the march shall end ; 
The wearied ones shall rest j 

The pilgrims find their Father's house, 
Jerusalem the blest. 

4 Then on, ye pure in heart ! 
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! 

Your glorious banner wave on high, 
The cross of Christ your King ! 

Edward Hayes Plumtre 1865 

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My soul, be on thy guard ; 

Ten thousand foes arise ; 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard 

To draw thee from the skies. 

2 watch, and fight, and prayj 
The battle ne'er give o'er j 

Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
Nor lay thine armor down ; 

Thy arduous work will not be done, 
Till thou obtain thy crown. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 
Shall bring thee to thy God ; 

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
To His divine abode. 

George Heath 1781 

My soul, weigh not thy life 
Against thy heavenly crown ; 

Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife 
To beat thy courage down. 

2 With prayer and crying strong, 
Hold on the fearful fight, 

And let the breaking day prolong 
The wrestling of the night. 

3 The battle soon will yield, 
If thou thy part fulfil ; 

For strong as is the hostile shield, 
Thy sword is stronger still. 

4 Thine armor is divine, 
Thy feet with victory shod ; 

And on Thy head shall quickly shine 
The diadem of God. 

Leonard Swain 1 

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Go forward, Christian soldier, 

Beneath His banner true : 
The Lord Himself, thy leader, 

Shall all thy foes subdue. 
His love foretells thy trials, 

He knows thine hourly need ; 
He ©an, with bread of heaven, 

Thy fainting spirit feed. 
2 Go forward, Christian soldier, 

Fear not the secret foe ; 
Far more are o'er thee watching 

Than human eyes can know. 
Trust only Christ, thy captain, 

Cease not to watch and pray ; 
Heed not the treacherous voices 

That lure thy soul astray. 

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3 Go forward, Christian soldier, 
Nor dream of peaceful rest, 

Till Satan's host is vanquished, 
And heaven is all possessed ; 

Till Christ Himself shall call Thee 
To lay thine armor by, 

And wear, in endless glory, 
The crown of victory. 

4 Go forward, Christian soldier, 
Fear not the gathering night; 

The Lord has been thy shelter, 
The Lord will be thy light ; 

When morn His face revealeth, 
Thy dangers all are past ; 

pray that faith and virtue 
May keep thee to the last. 

Lawrence Tuttiett 1866 


N. Allen 

Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 

And all the world go free ? 
No, there's a cross for every one, 

And there's a cross for me. 
2 How happy are the saints above, 

Who once went sorrowing here ! 
But now they taste nnmingled love, 

And joy without a tear. 

3 The consecrated cross I'll bear. 
Till death shall set me free : 

And then go home my crown to wear, 
For there's a crown for me. 

4 precious cross ! glorious crown ! 
resurrection day! 

Ye angels, from the stars come down, 
And bear my soul away. 

From Thomas Shepherd 1692 

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Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 

Ye soldiers of the cross ; 
Lift high His royal banner, 

It must not suffer loss: 
From victory unto victory 

His army shall He lead, 
Till every foe is vanquished, 

And Christ is Lord indeed. 

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 

The trumpet call obey ; 
Forth to the mighty conflict, 

In this His glorious day : 
"Ye that are men, now serve Him" 

Against unnumbered foes ; 
Let courage rise with danger, 

And strength to strength oppose. 










3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 
Stand in His strength alone ; 

The arm of flesh will fail you, 
Ye dare not trust your own : 

Put on the gospel armor, 
Each piece put on with prayer; 

Where duty calls, or danger, 
Be never wanting there. 

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 
The strife will not be loug; 

This day the noise of battle, 
The next the victor's song : 

To him that overcometh, 
A crown of life shall be j 

He with the King of Glory 
Shall reign eternally. 

George Duffield 1858 

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He that goeth forth with weeping, 

Bearing precious seed in love, 
Never tiring, never sleeping, 

Findeth mercy from above: 
Soft descend the dews of heaven, 

Bright the rays celestial shine ; 
Precious fruits will thus be given, 

Through an influence all divine. 

2 Sow thy seed, be never weary, 

Let no fears thy soul annoy ; 
Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, 

Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. 
Lo, the scene of verdure brightening, 

See the rising grain appear ; 
Look again: the fields are whitening, 

For the harvest time is near. 

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Brightly in the sky, 
Ere his rays declining 

Tell that night is nigh; 
Ere the shadows falling, 

Lengthen on our way, 
Hark ! a voice is calling, 

" Work while it is day." 

Cho. — "Watch against temptation, 

Watch, and fight, and pray, 
Each in his own station, 
"Work while it is day. 1 ' 

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For your Lord above ; 

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Knocketh at the gate, 
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Be like men who wait. — Cho. 

3 Happy then the meeting, 

When you see His face ; 
Welcome then the greeting 

From the throne of grace — 
"Good and faithful servant, 

Of my Father blest, 
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Enter into rest." — Cho. 

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Onward, Christian soldiers, 

Marching as to war, 
With the cross of Jesus 

Going on before. 
Christ, the royal Master, 

Leads against the foe; 
Forward into battle, 

See, His banners go. — Cho. 

2 Like a mighty army 

Moves the Church of God, 
Brothers, we are treading 

Where the saints have trod ; 
We are not divided, 

All one body we, 
One in hope and doctrine, 

One in charity. — Cho. 


3 Crowns and thrones may perish, 
Kingdoms rise and wane, 

But the Church of Jesus 

Constant will remain ; 
Gates of hell can never 

'Gainst that Church prevail; 
We have Christ's own promise, 

And that cannot fail'. — Cho. 

4 Onward, then, ye people, 
Join our happy throng, 

Blend with ours your voices 

In the triumph-song; 
Glory, laud, and honor 

Unto Christ the King ; 
This through countless ages, 

Men and angels sing. — Cho. 

Sabine Baring-Gould 1865 


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Breast the wave, Christian, when it is 
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Watch for day, Christian, when night is 

Onward and onward still be thine endeavor ; 

The rest that remaineth, will be for ever. 

2 Fight the fight, Christian, Jesus is o'er 
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He who hath promised f altereth never ; 
He who hath loved so well, loveth for ever. 
3 Lift thine eye, Christian, just as it closeth ; 
Raise thy heart, Christian, ere it reposeth ; 
Thee from the love of Christ nothing shall 

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And, when their work is done, praise Him 

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Forward ! be our watchword, 

Step and voices joined, 
Seek the things before us, 

Not a look behind ; 
Burns the fiery pillar 

At our army's head ; 
Who shall dream of shrinking, 

By our Captain led ? 
Forward through the desert, 

Through the toil and fight, 
Jordan flows before us, 

Zion beams with light. 

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Buds the infant mind ; 
All through youth and manhood, 

Not a thought behind : 
Speed through realms of nature, 

Climb the steps of grace ; 
Faint not, till in glory 

Gleams our Father's face. 
Forward, all the life-time 

Climb from height to height: 
Till the head be hoary, 

Till the eve be light! 


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Salt of all the earth, 

Till each yearning purpose 

Spring to glorious birth ; 
Sick, they ask for healing, 

Blind, they grope for day; 
Pour upon the nations 

Wisdom's loving ray. 
Forward, out of error, 

Leave behind the night; 
Forward through the darkness, 

Forward into light. 

4 Glories upon glories, 
Hath our God prepared, 

By the souls that love Him 

One day to be shared ; 
Eye hath not beheld them, 

Ear hath never heard ; 
Nor of these hath uttered 

Thought or speech or word. 
Forward, marching eastward 

Where the heaven is bright, 
Till the veil be lifted, 

Till our faith be sight! 

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Rise the city towers ; 
Where our God abideth ; 
That fair home is ours : 
Flash the streets with jasper, 
Shine the gates with gold ; 
Flows the gladdening river, 
Shedding joys untold. 
Thither, onward thither, 
In the Spirit's might ; 
Pilgrims to your country, 
Forward into light. 

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Onward as we press, 
Beauty spreads around us, 

Born of holiness; 
Arch, and vault, and carving, 

Lights of varied tone, 
Softened words and holy, 
Prayer and praise alone : 
Every thought upraising 

To our city bright, 
"Where the tribes assemble 
Round the throne of light. 

3 Naught that city needeth 
Of these aisles of stone : 

Where the Godhead dwelleth 

Temple there is none ; 
All the saints, that ever 

In these courts have stood, 
Are but babes, and feeding 
On the children's food. 

On through sign and token, 

Stars amid the night, 
Forward through the darkness, 
Forward into light. 

4 To the eternal Father 
Loudest anthems raise ; 

To the Son and Spirit 

Echo songs of praise ; 
To the Lord of glory, 

Blessed Three in One, 
Be by men and angels 
Endless honors done ; 

Weak are earthly praises ; 
Dull the songs of night; 
Forward into triumph, 
Forward into light! 

Henry Alford 1871 



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Not with gold or gem, 
But with Thine own life-blood, 

For Thy diadem. 
With Thy blessing filling 

Each who comes to Thee, 
Thou hast made us willing, 

Thou hast made us free. 
By Thy grand redemption, 

By Thy grace divine, 
We are on the Lord's side, 

Saviour, we are Thine ! 

2 Not for weight of glory, 
Not for crown and palm, 

Enter we the army, 

Raise the warrior psalm ; 

But for love that claimeth 
Lives for whom He died, 






He whom Jesus nameth 

Must be on His side. 
By Thy love constraining, 

By Thy grace divine, 
We are on the Lord's side, 

Saviour, we are Thine ! 

3 Fierce may be the conflict, 

Strong may be the foe, 
But the King's own army 

None can overthrow. 
Round His standard ranging 

Victory is secure j 
For His truth unchanging 

Makes the triumph sure. 
Joyfully enlisting, 

By Thy grace divine, 
We are on the Lord's side, 

Saviour, we are Thine ! 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1877 

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Journeying o'er the desert, 

Gladly thus we pray, 
And with hearts united 

Take our heavenward way. — 
2 All our days direct us 

In the way we go, 
Lead us on victorious 

Over every foe : 


Bid Thine angels shield us 

When the storm-clouds lower, 
Pardon, Lord, and save us 

In the last dread hour. — Cho. 
3 Then with saints and angels 

May we join above, 
Offering prayers and praises 

At Thy throne of love ; 
When the toil is over, 

Then come rest and peace, 
Jesus in His beauty, 

Songs that never cease. — Cho. 

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Work, for the night is coming, 

When man's work is done. 
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Fill brightest hours with labor, 

Rest comes sure and soon : 

Give every flying minute 

Something to keep in store : 
Work, for the night is coming, 

When man works no more. 
3 Work, for the night is coming, 

Under the sunset skies; 
While their bright tints are glowing, 

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Fadeth to shine no more : 
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When man's work is o'er. 

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From the God of love. 

3 Work with heart that burneth, 
Humbly at His feet 

Priceless gems to offer, 
For His crown made meet. 

4 Work with prayer unceasing, 
Borne on faith's strong wing, 

Earnestly beseeching 
Trophies for the King. 

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Most gracious Lord ; 

No tender voice like Thine 
Can peace afford. 

Ref. — I need Thee, oh, I need Thee ; 
Every hour I need Thee ; 
Oh, bless me now, my Saviour ! 
I come to Thee. 

2 I need Thee every hour; 
Stay Thou near by ; 

Temptations lose their power 
When Thou art nigh. — Rep. 

3 I need Thee every hour, 
In joy or pain; 

Come quickly and abide, 
Or life is vain. — Ref. 

4 I need Thee every hour; 
Teach me Thy will; 

And Thy rich promises 
In me fulfill.— Ref. 

5 I need Thee every hour, 
Most Holy One; 

Oh, make me Thine indeed, 
Thou blessed Son. — Ref. 

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Jesus, Thou art all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded love Thou art : 
Visit us with Thy salvation, 

Enter every trembling heart. 

2 Breathe, breathe, Thy loving Spirit 

Into every troubled breast : 
Let us all in Thee inherit, 

Let us find Thy promised rest: 

Take away our love of sinning, 

Alpha and Omega be, 
End of faith, as its beginning, 

Set our hearts at liberty. 

3 Come, Almighty to deliver, 

Let us all Thy life receive; 
Suddenly return, and never, 

Never more Thy temples leave, 
Thee we would be always blessing, 

Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, 
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, 

Glory in Thy perfect love. 

Charles Wesley 1747 

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Hoping still and trusting 

God without a fear, 
Patiently believing 

He will make all clear. 
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Light serene and holy, 

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Purified and lowly, 

Sanctified and blest ; 

4 Quicker yet and quicker 
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2 True Sunlight of the soul, 

Surround me as I go ; 
So shall my way be safe, 

My feet no straying know. 

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Wellspring of heavenly peace ; 

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Spring up, and never cease. 

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Of Father, and of Son, 

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Fill Thou each needy one. 

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The brightness of His glory, 

Eternal Light of light ; 
O'er this our home of darkness 

Thy rays are streaming now ; 
The shadows flee before Thee, 

The world's true Light art Thou. 

2 Yet, Lord, we see but darkly : 
heavenly light, arise, 

Dispel these mists that shroud us, 
And hide Thee from our eyes ! 

We long to track the footprints 
That Thou Thyself hast trod ; 

We long to see the pathway 
That leads to Thee our God. 

3 Jesus, shine around us 
With radiance of Thy grace; 

Jesus, turn upon us 

The brightness of Thy face. 

We need no star to guide us, 
As on our way we press, 

If Thou Thy light vouchsafest, 
Sun of righteousness. 

William Walsham How 1871 

Lord Jesus, by Thy passion, 

To Thee I make my prayer ; 
Thou who in mercy smitest, 

Have mercy, Lord, and spare : 
wash me in the fountain 

That floweth from Thy side; 
O clothe me in the raiment 

Thy blood hath purified. 

2 hold Thou up my goings, 

And lead from strength to strength, 
That unto Thee in Zion 

I may appear at length. 
make my Spirit worthy 

To join the ransomed throng; 

teach my lips to utter 
That everlasting song. 

3 give that last, best blessing, 
That even saints can know, 

To follow in Thy footsteps 

Wherever Thou dost go. 
Not wisdom, might, or glory, 

I ask to win above ; 

1 ask for Thee, Thee only, 
Thou eternal love ! 

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Nearer to Thee. 

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Darkness be over me, 

My rest a stone ; 
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Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

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Steps unto heaven ; 

All that Thou sendest me, 

In mercy given ; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

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Bright with Thy praise, 

Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

5 Or if on joyful wing 
Cleaving the sky, 

Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly, 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

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Thy love to me, Christ, 

Thy love to me, 
Not mine to Thee, I plead, 

Not mine to Thee ! 
This is my comfort strong, 
This is my only song, 

Thy love to me. 

2 Thy record I believe, 
Thy word to me. 

Thy love I now receive, 

Full, changeless, free. 
Love from the sinless Son, 
Love to the sinful one, 

Thy love to me. 

3 Immortal love of Thine, 
Thy sacrifice, 

Infinite need of mine 

Only supplies. 
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Flow to me, hour by hour, 

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Thy love to me. 

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More love to Thee ! 
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On bended knee ; 
This is my earnest plea, 
More love, Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee. 

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Sought peace and rest ; 

Now Thee alone I seek, 

Give what is best : 
This all my prayer shall be, 
More love, Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee ! 

3 Let sorrow do its work, 
Send grief and pain ; 

Sweet are Thy messengers, 

Sweet their refrain, 
When they can sing with me, 
More love, Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee ! 

4 Then shall my latest breath 
Whisper Thy praise ; 

This be the parting cry 

My heart shall raise, 
This still its prayer shall be, 
More love, Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee ! 

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The Saviour of the world is here. 

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Make it a temple set apart 
From earthly use for heaven's employ, 
Adorned with prayer and love and joy. 

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My heart to Thee ; here, Lord, abide ! 
Let me Thy inner presence feel, 
Thy grace and love in me reveal. 

4 So come, my Sovereign, enter in; 
Let new and nobler life begin: 
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, 
Until the glorious crown is won. 

George Weissel 1630 Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1855 


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To do it as for Thee ; 

2 To scorn the senses' sway, 
While still to Thee I tend; 

In all I do be Thou the way, 
In all be Thou the end. 

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Nothing so small can be 

But draws, when acted for Thy sake, 
Greatness and worth from Thee. 

4 If done to obey Thy laws, 
E'en servile labors shine ; 

Hallowed is toil, if this the cause, 
The meanest work, divine. 

George Herbert 1632 


Blest are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our God; 

The secret of the Lord is theirs, 
Their soul is Christ's abode. 

2 Still to the lowly soul 
He doth Himself impart ; 

And for His cradle and His throne 
Chooseth the pure in heart. 

3 Lord, we Thy presence seek, 
May ours this blessing be ; 

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A temple meet for Thee. 

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4 Abide in me : there have been moments blest, 
When I have heard Thy voice and felt 

Thy power ; 
Then evil lost its grasp ; and passion, hushed, 
Owned the divine enchantment of the hour. 

5 These were but seasons beautiful and rare ; 
Abide in me, and they shall ever be ; 

Fulfil at once Thy precept and my prayer, 
Come, and abide in me, and I in Thee. 

Harriet Beecher Stowe 1855 


Abide in me, Lord, and I in Thee, 
From this good hour, leave me never- 
more ; [healed, 

Then shall the discord cease, the wound be 
The life-long bleeding of the soul be o'er. 

2 Abide in me j o'ershadow by Thy love 
Each half-formed purpose and dark 

thought of sin ; 
Quench ere it rise each selfish, low desire, 
And keep my soul as Thine,calm and divine. 

3 As some rare perfume in a vase of clay, 
Pervades it with a fragrance not its own, 


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Dear Lord and Mas-ter mine, Thy hap-py serv-ant see: My conqueror, with what joy di- vine Thy cap-tive clings to Thee. 

Dear Lord and Master mine, 

Thy happy servant see : 
My conqueror, with what joy divine 

Thy captive clings to Thee. 

2 I would not walk alone, 
But still with Thee, my God; 

At every step my blindness own, 
And ask of Thee the road. 

3 The weakness I enjoy 

That casts me on Thy breast; 

The conflicts that Thy strength employ 
Make me divinely blest. 

4 Dear Lord and Master mine, 
Still keep Thy servant true ; 

My guardian and my guide divine, 
Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through. 

5 My conqueror and my King, 
Still keep me in Thy train ; 

And with Thee Thy glad captive bring, 
When Thou return'st to reign. 

Thomas Hornblower Gill 1859 


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A calm and heavenly frame, 

A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb ! 

2 Return, Holy Dove, return, 
Sweet messenger of rest ! 

1 hate the sins that made Thee mourn, 
And drove Thee from my breast. 

3 The dearest idol I have known, 
Whate'er that idol be, 

Help me to tear it from Thy throne, 
And worship only Thee. 

4 So shall my walk be close with God, 
Calm and serene my frame ; 

So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

William Cowper 1772 


for a heart to praise my God, 

A heart from sin set free ; 
A heart that always feels Thy blood 

So freely spilt for me! 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
My dear Redeemer's throne ; 

Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 A heart in every thought renewed, 
And full of love divine ; 

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
A copy, Lord, of Thine. 

4 Thy nature, dearest Lord, impart; 
Come quickly from above ; 

Write Thy new name upon my heart, 
Thy new, best name of love. 

Charles Wesley 1742 

L. Spohr 

As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So pants my soul, Lord, for Thee, And Thy refreshing grace. 

As pants the hart for cooling streams 

When heated in the chase, 
So pants my soul, Lord, for Thee, 

And Thy refreshing grace. 
2 For Thee, the Lord, the living Lord, 

My thirsty soul doth pine : 
when shall I behold Thy face, 

Thou Majesty divine ? 

3 I sigh to think of happier days, 
When Thou, Lord, wert nigh; 

When every heart was tuned to praise, 
And none so blest as I. 

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? 
Trust God, and thou shalt sing 

His praise again, and find Him still 
Thy health's eternal spring. 

Tate and Brady 1696 Henry Francis Lyte 1834 


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Is portioned out for me ; 
The changes that will surely come 

I do not fear to see : 

1 ask Thee for a present mind, 
Intent on pleasing Thee. 

2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, 
Through constant watching wise, 

To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
And wipe the weeping eyes; 

A heart at leisure from itself, 
To soothe and sympathize. 

3 I would not have the restless will 
That hurries to and fro, 

Seeking for some great thing to do, 

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I would be treated as a child, 

And guided where I go. 

4 I ask Thee for the daily strength, 
To none that ask denied, 

A mind to blend with outward life, 
While keeping at Thy side ; 

Content to fill a little space, 
If Thou be glorified. 

5 And if some things I do not ask 
Among my blessings be, 

I'd have my spirit filled the more 
With grateful love to Thee ; 

More careful, not to serve Thee much, 
But please Thee perfectly. 

Anna Laetitia Waring 1850 


J. D. Farrer 

Christ, of all my hopes the Ground, Christ, the Spring of all my j oy, Still in Thee let me be found, Still for Thee my pow'rs employ. 

Christ, of all my hopes the Ground, 
Christ, the Spring of all my joy, 

Still in Thee let me be found, 
Still for Thee my powers employ. 

2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, 
Freely from Thy fulness give j 

Till I close my earthly race, 
Be it " Christ for me to live." 

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3 When I touch the blessed shore, 
Back the closing waves shall roll; 

Death's dark stream shall never more 
Part from Thee my ravished soul. 

4 Thus, thus, an entrance give, 
To the land of cloudless sky ! 

Having known it " Christ to live," 
Let me know it " Gain to die." 

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Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise from transitory things 

Toward heaven, thy native place : 
Sun and moon and stars decay ; 

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Rise, my soul, and haste away 

To seats prepared above. 
2 Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; 

Both speed them to their source: 

So a soul, that's born of God, 

Pants to view His glorious face, 
Upward tends to His abode, 

To rest in His embrace. 
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 

Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon our Saviour will return 

Triumphant in the skies : 
Yet a season, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given, 
All our sorrows left below, 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 

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Even me. 

2 Pass me not, gracious Father, 
Sinful though my heart may be ; 

Thou might'st leave me, but the rather 
Let Thy merc}^ light on me, 
Even me. 

3 Pass me not, tender Saviour, 
Let me love and cling to Thee ; 

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I am longing for Thy favor ; 
When Thou comest, call for me, 
Even me. 

4 Pass me not, mighty Spirit, 
Thou canst make the blind to see ; 

Witnesser of Jesus' merit, 
Speak the word of power to me, 
Even me. 

5 Love of God, so pure and changeless, 
Blood of God, so rich and free, 

Grace of God, so strong and boundless, 
Magnify them all in me, 

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But His heart is still the same ; 
Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother, 
Is His everlasting Name. 

Saviour, who can love like Thee, 
Gracious One of Bethany ? 

2 When the pangs of trial seize me, 

When the waves of sorrow roll, 
I will lay my head on Jesus, 
Pillow of the troubled soul. 

Surely, none can feel like Thee, 
Weeping One of Bethany ! 


3 Jesus wept ! and still in glory, 
He can mark each mourner's tear ; 

Living to retrace the story 
Of the hearts He solaced here. 
Lord, when I am called to die, 
Let me think of Bethany. 

4 Jesus wept ! that tear of sorrow 
Is a legacy of love, 

Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, 
He the same doth ever prove. 
Thou art all in all to me, 
Living One of Bethany ! 

John Ross Macduff 1859 

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My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, teach me from my heart to say, ' ' Thy will be done ! " 

My God, my Father, while I stray 

Far from my home, on life's rough way, 

teach me from my heart to sav, 

"Thy will be done!" 

2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 
Let me be still and murmur not, 

Or breathe the prayer divinelv taught, 
" Thy will be done ! n 

3 If Thou shouldst call me to resign 
What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine: 

1 only yield Thee what is Thine; 

"Thy will be done!" 

4 Let but my fainting heart be blest 
With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest, 
My God, to Thee I leave the rest ; 

"Thy will be done!" 

5 Renew my will from day to day ; 
Blend it with Thine, and take away 
All that now makes it hard to say 

"Thy will be done!" 

6 Then, when on earth I breathe no more 
The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
I'll sing upon a happier shore, 

"Thy will be done!" 

Charlotte Elliott 1834 


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Lord, a pleasant road ; 

Nor that Thon wouldest take from me 
Aught of its weary load. 

2 For one thing chiefly do I plead, 

Dear Lord, lead me aright: [bleed, 

Though strength should fail,and heart should 
Lead me through peace to light. 

3 I do not ask to understand 
My cross, my way to see ; 

Let me, in darkness, feel Thy hand, 
And simply follow Thee. 

4 Joy is like day, but peace divine 
May rule the quiet night : 

Lead me, till perfect day shall shine, 
Lord, through peace to light. 


Adelaide Anne Procter 

Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee, 
And plead to be forgiven, 

So let Thy life our pattern be, 
And form our souls for Heaven. 

2 Help us, through good report and ill, 
Our daily cross to bear ; 

Like Thee, to do our Father's will, 
Our brethren's griefs to share. 

3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, 
And grief's dark day come on, 

We in our turn would meekly cry, 
Father, Thy will be done. 

4 Should friends misjudge, or foes de- 

Or brethren faithless prove, 
Then, like Thine own, be all our aim 
To conquer them by love. 

5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 
Forgiving and forgiven, 

may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
And follow Thee to Heaven. 

John Hampden Gurney 1838 


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How tender is Thy hand, 

O Thou beloved Lord : 
Afflictions come at Thy command, 

And leave us at Thy word. 

2 How gentle was the rod 
That chastened us for sin : 

How soon we found a smiling God, 
Where deep distress had been. 

3 A Father's hand we felt, 

A Father's heart we knew ; 

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With tears of penitence we knelt, 
And found His word was true. 

4 We told Him all our grief, 
We thought of Jesus' love ; 

A sense of pardon brought relief, 
And bade our pains remove. 

5 Now we will bless the Lord, 
And in His strength confide ; 

Forever be His name adored, 
For there is none beside. 

Thomas Hastings 1834 

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Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 
On Thee, when sorrows rise, 

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
My fainting hope relies. 

2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, 
For Thou alone canst heal ; 

Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
For every pain I feel. 

3 But 0, when gloomy doubts prevail, 
I fear to call Thee mine ; 

The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
And all my hopes decline. 

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? 
Thou art my only trust; 

And still my soul would cleave to Thee, 
Though prostrate in the dust. 

5 Thy mercy-seat is open still ; 

Here let my soul retreat, 
With humble hope attend Thy will, 

And wait beneath Thy feet. 

Anne Steele 1760 


We bless Thee for Thy peace, God! 

Deep as the soundless sea, 
Which falls like sunshine on the road 

Of those who trust in Thee. 

2 That peace which suffers and is strong, 
Trusts where it cannot see, 

Deems not the trial-way too long, 
But leaves the end with Thee. 

3 Such, Father, give our hearts such peace, 
Whate'er the outward be, 

Till all life's discipline shall cease, 
And we go home to Thee. 


R. Simpson 


OThou,whosefilmedandfailingeye, Ere yet it clos'd in death, BeheldThymother'sag-on -y, The shame-ful cross be-neath: 

Thou, whose filmed and failing eye, 

Ere yet it closed in death, 
Beheld Thy mother's agony, 

The shameful cross beneath : 

2 Remember them, like her, through whom 
The sword of grief is driven, 

And 0, to cheer their cheerless gloom, 
Be Thy dear mercy given. 

3 Let Thine own word of tenderness 
Drop on them from above ; 

Its music shall the lone heart bless, 
Its touch shall heal with love. 

4 Son of Mary, Son of God, 
The way of mortal ill, 

By Thy blest feet in triumph trod, 
Our feet are treading still. 

5 But not with strength like Thine, we go 
This dark and dreadful way ; 

As Thou wert strengthened in Thy woe, 
So strengthen us, we pray. 

Alexander Ramsay Thompson 1869 



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When gathering clouds around I view, 
And days are dark, and friends are few, 
On Hini I lean who not in vain 
Experienced every human pain ; 
He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
And counts and treasures up my tears. 
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; 
To fly the good I would pursue, 
Or do the sin I would not do ; 
Still He who felt temptation's power. 
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 


3 When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend, 
Which covers what was once a friend, 
And from his voice, his hand, his smile. 
Divides me for a little while ; 

Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, 
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

4 And 0, when I have safely past 
Through every conflict but the last, 
Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
My painful bed, for Thou hast died ; 
Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away. 

Robert Grant 1806 

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In the dark and cloud-y day, When earth's riches flee a-way, And the last hope will not stay, Saviour, comfort me. 


Ix the dark and cloudy day, 
When earth's riches flee away, 
And r,he last hope will not stay, 
Saviour, comfort me. 

2 When the secret idol's gone, 
That my poor heart yearned upon, 
Desolate, bereft, alone, 

Saviour, comfort me. 

3 Thou who wast so sorely tried, 
In the darkness crucified, 

Bid me in Thy love confide : 
Saviour, comfort me. 

4 In these hours of sad distress, 

Let me know He loves no less, 

Bids me trust His faithfulness: 

Saviour, comfort me. 

5 Not unduly let me grieve, 
Meekly the kind stripes receive 
Let me humbly still believe ; 

Saviour, comfort me. 

6 So shall it be good for me 
Much afflicted now to be, 

If Thou wilt but tenderly, 
Saviour, comfort me. 

George Rawson 1833 

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Jesus, pray for me ; 
Lest, by base denial, 

I depart from Thee. 
When Thou seest me waver, 

With a look recall; 
Nor for fear or favor, 

Suffer me to fall. 

2 If, with sore affliction, 
Thou in love chastise, 

Pour Thy benediction 

On the sacrifice. 
Freely on Thine altar 

I will lay my will, 
And, though flesh may falter, 

Bless and praise Thee still. 

3 When my lamp low burning, 
Sinks in mortal pain ; 

Earth to earth returning, 

Dust to dust again ; 
On Thy truth relying, 

In that hour of strife, 
Jesus, take me, dying, 

To eternal life. 

James Montgomery 1834 

let him whose sorrow 

No relief can find, 
Trust in God and borrow 

Ease for heart and mind : 
Where the mourner weeping 

Sheds the secret tear, 
God His watch is keeping, 

Though none else is near. 

2 God will never leave us, 
All our wants He knows. 

Feels the pains that grieve us, 
Sees our cares and woes : 

When in grief we languish, 
He will dry the tear, 

Who His children's anguish 
Soothes with succor near. 

3 All our woe and sadness 
In this world below, 

Balance not tile gladness 
We in heaven shall know, 

When our gracious Saviour, 
In the realms above 

Crowns us with His favor, 
Fills us with His love. 

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We'll own the favoring gale. 

2 But should the surges rise, 

And rest delay to come, 
Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm, 

Which drives us nearer home. 

3 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
All yield to Thy control ; 

Thy tender mercies shall illume 
The midnight of the soul. 

4 Teach us, in every state, 
To make Thy will our own; 

And when the joys of sense depart, 
To live by faith alone. 

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Only with Thee we journey safely on. 

4 Lead us, Father ! to Thy heavenly rest, 
However rough and steep the path may be, 

Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest 
Until our lives are perfected in Thee. 

William Henry Burleigh 1871 


Lead us, Father! in the paths of peace; 

Without Thy guiding hand we go astray, 
And doubts appal, and sorrows still increase; 

Lead us through Christ, the true and living 

2 Lead us, Father ! in the paths of truth ; 

Unhelped by Thee, in errors maze we grope, 
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1 bless the Christ of God ; 
I rest on love divine ; 

And with unfaltering lip and heart, 
I call this Saviour mine. 

2 His cross dispels each doubt; 
I bury in His tomb 

Each thought of unbelief and fear, 
Each lingering shade of gloom. 

3 I praise the God of grace ; 

I trust His truth and might; 

He calls me His, I call Him mine, 

My God, my Jov, my Light. 

•A In Him is only good, 

In me is only ill ; 
My ill but draws His goodness forth, 

And me He loveth still. 

5 'Tis He who saveth me, 
And freely pardon gives ; 

I love because He loveth me, 
I live because He lives. 

6 My life with Him is hid, 
My death has passed away, 

My clouds have melted into light, 
My midnight into day. 

Horatius Bonar 1863 


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Only lean upon His word ; 
Thou shalt soon have cause to bless 
His eternal faithfulness. 

2 Ever in the raging storm 
Thou shalt see His cheering form, 
Hear His pledge of coming aid : 

" It is I, be not afraid." 

3 Cast thy burden at His feet; 
Linger at His mercy-seat: 

He will lead thee by the hand 
Gently to the better land. 

4 He will gird thee by His power, 
In thy weary, fainting hour ; 
Lean then, loving, on His word ; 
Cast thy burden on the Lord. 

John Cennick 1745 George Rawson 



Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, 
To His gracious promise flee, 

Laying hold upon His word, 

u As thy days, thy strength shall be." 

2 If the sorrows of thy case 
Seem peculiar, still to thee, 

God has promised needful grace ; 

" As thy days, thy strength shall be." 

3 Days of trial, days of grief, 
In succession thou mayst see j 

This is still thy sweet relief, 

" As thy days, thy strength shall be." 

4 Rock of ages ! I'm secure, 
With Thy promise, full and free, 

Faithful, positive, and sure, 

" As thy days, thy strength shall be." 

William Freeman Lloyd 1835 


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When our heads are bowed with woe, 
When our bitter tears o'erflow, 
When we mourn the lost, the dear, 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, 
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, 
Thou hast shed the human tear; 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

3 When the solemn death-bell tolls 
For our own departing souls, 
When our final doom is near, 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

4 Thou hast bowed the dying head, 
Thou the blood of life hast shed, 
Thou hast filled a mortal bier; 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

5 When the heart is sad within 
With the thought of all its sin, 
When the spirit shrinks with fear, 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

6 Thou, the shame, the grief hast known ; 
Though the sins were not Thine own, 
Thou hast deigned their load to bear ; 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

Henry Hart Milman 1827 

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Shadow of a mighty rock, 
Stretching o'er a weary land, 

Hide me from the tempest's shock, 
Let me in Thy shelter stand. 

2 When Thy presence, my God, 
Brighter is than eye can see, 

Shadow on the heavenward road, 
Let me find my shade in Thee. 

3 When life's passions o'er me break, 
Like a storm against the wall, 

Let me find for mercy's sake 
Shelter where Thy shadows fall. 

4 Out of Thee are shades of death, 
Weary ways, and hours unblest; 

Shadow of the rock, beneath 
Thee alone are joy and rest. 

5 Till the race of life be run, 
Till my soul in rest be laid, 

God of gods, Thou art my sun ; 
Son of God, be Thou my shade! 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1862 


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Art thou sore distressed? 

1 Come to Me,' saith One, J and coming, 

Be at rest.' 

2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, 
If He be my guide? 

' In His feet and hands are wound-prints, 
And His side.' 

3 Is there diadem, as monarch, 
That His brow adorns? 

i Yea, a crown, in very surety, 
But of thorns.' 

4 If I find Him, if I follow, 
What His guerdon here? 

'Many a sorrow, many a labor, 
Many a tear.' 

5 If I still hold closely to Him, 
What hath He at last? 

1 Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, 
Jordan passed.' 

6 If I ask Him to receive me, 
Will He say me nay? 

'Not till earth, and not till heaven 
Pass away.' 

7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, 
Is He sure to bless ? 

Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, 
Answer, 'Yes.' 

Joseph of the Studium, ab. 750 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862 



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Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, When, by Thy grace, the victory's won, 

By waters still, o'er troubled sea, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 

Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. — Cho. Since God through Jordan leadeth me. — Cho. 

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How gentle God's commands! 

How kind His precepts are ! 
" Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 

And trust His constant care." 

2 While Providence supports, 

Let saints securely dwell; 
That hand, which bears all nature up, 

Shall guide His children well. 

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3 Why should this anxious load 
Press down your weary mind? 

Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
And sweet refreshment find. 

4 His goodness stands approved, 
Down to the present day ; 

I'll drop my burden at His feet, 
And bear a song away. 

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All will be well : 
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All, all is well. 
Precious is the blood that healed us, 
Perfect is the grace that sealed us ; 
Strong the hand stretched out to shield 

All must be well. 

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All will be well : 
Ours is such a full salvation 

All, all is well. 


Happy, still in God confiding, 
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, 
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding, 
All must be well. 

3 We expect a bright to-morrow ; 

All will be well ; 
Faith can sing through days of sorrow, 

All, all is well. 
On our Father's love relying, 
Jesus every need supplying, 
Or in living, or in dying, 

All must be well. 

Mary Bowly Peters 1846 


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The Lord my Shepherd is; 

I shall be well supplied: Since He is mine and I am His, What can I want be - side ? 

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The Lord my Shepherd is; 

I shall be well supplied : 
Since He is mine and I am His, 

What can I want beside ? 

2 He leads me to the place 
Where heavenly pasture grows ; 

Where living waters gently pass, 
And full salvation flows. 

3 If e'er I go astray, 

He doth my soul reclaim ; 
And guides me, in His own right way, 
For His most holy name. 

4 While He affords His aid, 
I cannot yield to fear ; 

Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade 
My Shepherd's with me there. 

5 In spite of all my foes, 
Thou dost my table spread ; 

My cup with blessings overflows, 
And joy exalts my head. 

5 The bounties of Thy love 

Shall crown my following days; 

Nor from Thy house will I remove, 
Nor cease to speak Thy praise. 

Isaac Warts 1719 


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Through all the changing scenes of life, 

In trouble, and in joy, 
The praises of my God shall still 

My heart and tongue employ. 
Of His deliverance I will boast, 

Till all that are distressed 
From my example comfort take, 

And charm their griefs to rest. 

2 magnify the Lord with me, 

With me exalt His name ; 
When in distress to Him I called, 

He to my rescue came. 

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The hosts of God encamp around 

The dwellings of the just; 
Deliverance He affords to all, 

Who on His succor trust. 

3 make but trial of His love ; 

Experience will decide, 
How blest are they, and only they, 

Who in His truth confide. 
Fear Him, ye saints, and ye will then 

Have nothing else to fear; 
Make ye His service your delight, — 

He'll make your wants His care. 

Tate and Brady 1696 


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For Thou art with me, and Thy rod 
And staff me comfort still. 

4 My table Thou hast furnished 
In presence of my foes; 

My head Thou dost with oil anoint, 
And my cup overflows. 

5 Goodness and mercy, all my life, 
Shall surely follow me ; 

And in God's house for evermore 
My dwelling-place shall be. 

Francis Rous 1643 

The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want ; 

He makes me down to lie 
In pastures green ; He leadeth me 

The quiet waters by. 

2 My soul He doth restore again ; 
And me to walk doth make 

Within the paths of righteousness, 
E'en for His own name's sake. 

3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale 
Yet will I fear none ill ; 

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E. C. Walker 

There is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine, Reserved for all the heirs of grace :0 be that refuge mine! 






There is a safe and secret place 

Beneath the wings divine, 
Reserved for all the heirs of grace : 

be that refnge mine ! 

2 The least and feeblest there may bide 
Uninjured and unawed ; 

While thousands fall on every side, 
He rests secure in God. 

3 He feeds in pastures large and fair 
Of love and truth divine ; 

child of God, glory's heir, 
How rich a lot is thine ! 

4 A hand almighty to defend, 
An ear for every call, 

An honored life, a peaceful end, 
And heaven to crown it all ! 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 


Calm me, my God, and keep me calm ; 
Soft resting on Thy breast ; 


Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 
And bid my spirit rest. 

2 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; 
Let Thine outstretched wing 

Be like the shade of Elim's palm, 
Beside her desert spring. 

3 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and 

The sounds my ear that greet ; 
Calm in the closet's solitude, 
Calm in the bustling street ; 

4 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 
Calm in my hour of pain ; 

Calm iu my poverty or wealth, 
Calm in my loss or gain ; 

5 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 
Like Him who bore my shame, 

Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng 
Who hate Thy holy name. 

Horatius Bonar 1857 


Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat, To yon-der cross I flee 

Beneath its shelter take my seat: No shadelike this for me! 


Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat, 

To yonder cross I flee ; 
Beneath its shelter take my seat : 

No shade like this for me ! 

2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst — 

A fountain sparkling free ; 
And there I quench my desert thirst: 

No spring like this for me ! 

3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 
Beneath this spreading tree ; 

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent j 
No home like this for me ! 

4 For burdened ones a resting-place, 
Beside that cross I see ; 

I here cast off my weariness : 
No rest like this for me ! 

Horatius Bonar 1856 


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Peace, per-fect peace, in this dark world of sin: The blood of Jesus whispers peace with-in. 

„ . . . _ . . _ „ . In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they. 

rEACE,perrect peace,m this dark world of sin : 

The blood of Jesus whispers peace within. 5 Peace, perfect peace, our future all un- 

2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties Jesus w " k^w, and He is on the throne. 

pressed : 
To do the will of Jesus,— this is rest. 6 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us 

3 Peac^perfect peace, with sorrows surging Jesus £ vanquished death and all its powers. 

On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found. 7 It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall 


4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far And Jesus ^ u ug to heaven , g perfect peace< 

away : Edward Henry Bickersteth 1870 


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Complete in Thee, no work of mine 
May take, dear Lord, the place of Thine : 
Thy blood has pardon bought for me, 
And I am now complete in Thee. 

2 Complete in Thee, no more shall sin 
Thy grace has conquered, reign within; 
Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, 
And I shall stand complete in Thee. 

3 Complete in Thee, each want supplied, 
And no good thing to me denied, 

Since Thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, 
I ask no more, complete in Thee. 

4 Dear Saviour, when before Thy bar 
All tribes and tongues assembled are, 
Among Thy chosen may I be 

At Thy right hand, complete in Thee. 

5 Complete in Thee, forever blest, 
Of all Thy fulness, Lord, possessed, 

Thy praise throughout eternity, 
Thy love I'll sing, complete in Thee. 

Aaron Robarts Wolfe 1851 


Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free, 
What need I, that is not in Thee ? 
Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
And peace which none can take away. 

2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear 1 
'Tis sweet to know that Thou art near ; 
Am I with dread of justice tried? 

'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died. 

3 In life, Thy promises of aid 
Forbid my heart to be afraid ; 

In death, peace gently veils the eyes j 
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 

4 all-sufficient Saviour, be 
This all- sufficiency to me ; 

Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm 
The weakest, shielded by Thine arm. , 

James Edmeston 1844 



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Love divine, that stooped to share 
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, 

On Thee we cast each earth-born care : 
We smile at pain while Thou art near ! 

2 Though long the weary way we tread, 
And sorrow crown each lingering year ; 

No path we shun, no darkness dread, 

Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near. 

3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief, 
And trembling faith is changed to fear ; 

The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, 
Shall softly tell us, Thou art near ! 

4 On Thee we fling our burdening woe, 
Love divine, forever dear; 

Content to suffer, while we know, 
Living and dying, Thou art near! 

Oliver Wendell Holmes 1859 


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All unseen the Master walketh 
By the toiling servant's side ; 

Comfortable words He speaketh, 
While His hands uphold and guide. 

2 Grief nor pain nor any sorrow 
Rends thy heart, to Him unknown; 

He to-day, and He to-morrow, 
Grace sufficient gives His own. 

3 Holy strivings nerve and strengthen; 
Long endurance wins the crown : 

When the evening shadows lengthen, 
Thou shalt lay thy burden down. 

Thomas McKellar 1852 


Always with us, always with us, 
Words of cheer and words of love ; 

Thus the risen Saviour whispers, 
From His dwelling-place above. 

2 With us when we toil in sadness, 
Sowing much, and reaping none ; 

Telling us that in the future 
Golden harvests shall be won. 

3 With us when the storm is sweeping 
O'er our pathway dark and drear ; 

Waking hope within our bosoms, 
Stilling every anxious fear. 

4 With us in the lonely valley, 
When we cross the chilling stream; 

Lighting up the steps to glory 
With salvation's radiant beam. 

Edward Henry Nevin 1857 


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The Lord's my Shepherd, and I know 

For all my wants He cares : 
He leads where peaceful waters flow, 
And where the greenest pastures grow, 

A rest for me prepares. 

2 If e'er I faint with noonday heat, 
He pities my distress ; 

Revives my soul with cordial sweet, 
And, for His name's sake, leads my feet 
In paths of righteousness. 

3 Yea, though I walk death's valley drear, 
My Shepherd at my side 


Will bid me naught of evil fear, 
And with His rod and staff be near 
To comfort and to guide. 

4 For me He has a table spread 
In spite of all my foes ; 

His oil of grace perfumes my head, 
And, with His blessings on me shed, 
My cup of joy o'erflows. 

5 Through all my life His love and grace 
Will surely follow me ; 

And in His holy dwelling-place, 
Where I shall see Him face to face, 
My home shall ever be. 

Edward A. Collier 1887 

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" Blessed are the pure in heart," 
They have loved the better part. 
When life's journey they have trod, 
They shall go to see their God. 

2 Till in glory they appear, 
They shall often see Him here ; 
And His grace shall learn to know 
In His glorious works below. 

3 When the sun begins to rise, 
Spreading brightness through the skies, 


They will love to praise and bless 
Christ, the Sun of righteousness. 

4 In the watches of the night, 
When the stars are clear and bright, 
" Thus the just shall shine," they say, 
" In the Resurrection day." 

5 God in everything they see : 
First in all their thoughts is He: 
They have loved the better part j 
" Blessed are the pure in heart!" 

John Mason N'eale 1844 

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Dear Lord and Father of mankind, 

Forgive our feverish ways ! 
Reclothe us in our rightful mind ; 
In purer lives Thy service find, 

In deeper reverence, praise. 

2 In simple trust like theirs who heard, 
Beside the Syrian sea, 

The gracious calling of the Lord, 
Let us, like them, without a word 
Rise up and follow Thee. 

3 Sabbath rest by Galilee! 
calm of hills above, 

Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee 
The silence of eternity, 
Interpreted by love ! 

4 With that deep hush subduing all 
Our words and works that drown 

The tender whisper of Thy call, 
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall 
As fell Thy manna down. 

5 Drop Thy still dews of quietness. 
Till all our strivings cease : 

Take from our souls the strain and stress ; 
And let our ordered lives confess 
The beauty of Thy peace. 

6 Breathe through the pulses of desire 
Thy coolness and Thy balm : 

Let sense be dumb, its heats expire : 
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, 
still small voice of calm! 

John Greenleaf Whittier 1672 

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Saved from sin, from dangers free, 
Lightened by Thy perfect light. 

2 Let my life be hid with Thee, 
When my soul is vexed below ; 

Let me still Thy mercy see. 

When bowed down by grief and woe. 

3 Let my life be hid with Thee, 
Bound within Thy life above. 

Living through eternity 
In the realms of peace and love. 


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Into Thy hand of love 

1 would my all resign. 
Through sorrow or through joy, 

Conduct me as Thine own, 
And help me still to say, 

My Lord, Thy will be done. 
2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt : 

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3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt : 
Though seen through many a tear, 

Let not my star of hope 

Grow dim or disappear. 
Since Thou on earth hast wept 

And sorrowed oft alone, 
If I must weep with Thee, 

My Lord, Thy will be done. 

4 My Jesus, as Thou wilt : 
All shall be well for me ; 

Each changing future scene 

I gladly trust with Thee. 
Straight to my home above, 

I travel calmly on, 
And sing in life or death, 

My Lord, Thy will be done. 

Benjamin Schmolke 1716 Tr. by Jane Borthwick 1853 



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Thy way, not mine, Lord, 
However dark it be ! 

Lead me by Thine own hand ; 
Choose out the path for me. 

1 dare not choose my lot ; 
I would not, if I might ; 

Choose Thou for me, my God, 
So shall I walk aright. 

2 The kingdom that I seek 
Is Thine : so let the way 

That leads to it be Thine, 
Else I must surely stray. 

I I 

Take Thou my cup, and it 

With joy or sorrow fill, 
As best to Thee may seem ; 

Choose Thou my good and ill. 

3 Choose Thou for me my friends, 

My sickness, or my health ; 
Choose Thou my cares for me, 

My poverty or wealth. 
Not mine, not mine the choice, 

In things or great, or small ; 
Be Thou my guide, my strength, 

My wisdom, and my all. 

Horatius Bonar 185^ 



My spirit longs for Thee 
Within my troubled breast, 

Unworthy though I be 
Of so divine a guest. 

2 Of so divine a guest 
Unworthy though I be, 

Yet has my heart no rest 
Unless it come from Thee. 

3 Unless it come from Thee, 
In vain I look around ; 

In all that I can see 
No rest is to be found. 

4 No rest is to be found 
But in Thy blessed love : 

let my wish be crowned, 
And send it from above. 

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And when hoary hairs shall their temples 

For I am thy God, and will still give thee a dorn, [borne. 

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I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee 

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way ; know ; 

The Lord is our leader, His word is our stay ; I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest; 
Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial be He leadeth my soul where the still waters 

near, flow, 

The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we Restores me when wandering, redeems 

fear? when oppressed. 

2 He raiseth the fallen, He cheereth the 2 Through the valley and shadow of death 

faint; though I stray, 

The weak and oppressed, He will hear their Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I 

complaint; fear; 

The way may be weary, and thorny the Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my 

road, stay ; 

But how can we falter? our help is in God. No harm can befall, with my Comforter 


3 And to His green pastures our footsteps 

He leads ; 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; 

His flock in the desert how kindly He feeds ! With blessings unmeasured my cup run- 
The lambs in His bosom He tenderly bears, neth o'er; 

And brings back the wanderers all safe from With perfume and oil Thou anointest my 

the snares. head; 

what shall I ask of Thy providence more? 

4 Though clouds may surround us, our God 

is our light ; 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful 

Though storms rage around us, our God is God, 

our might ; Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above; 

So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we I seek, by the path which my forefathers 

come ; trod 

The Lord is our leader, and heaven is 6ur Through the land of their sojourn, Thy 


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kingdom of love. 

James Montgomery 182s 

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Where faith is lost in sight, 


And ev-er-last-ing light 

And patient hope is crowned, 



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There is a blessed home 

Beyond this land of woe, 
Where trials never come, 

Nor tears of sorrow flow ; 
Where faith is lost in sight, 

And patient hope is crowned, 
And everlasting light 

Its glory throws around. 

2 joy all joys beyond, 
To see the Lamb who died, 

And count each sacred wound 
In hands, and feet, and side ; 

To give to Him the praise 

Of every triumph won, 
And sing through endless days 

The great things He hath done. 

3 Look up, ye saints of God, 

Nor fear to tread below 
The path your Saviour trod 

Of daily toil and woe ; 
Wait but a little while 

In uncomplaining love, 
His own most gracious smile 

Shall welcome you above. 

Henry Williams Baker 1861 


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Behold what wondrous grace 
The Father hath bestowed 

On sinners of a mortal race, 
To call them sons of God. 

2 Nor doth it yet appear 

How great we must be made ; 
But when we see our Saviour here, 
We shall be like our Head. 

3 A hope so much divine 
May trials well endure, 

May purge our souls from sense and sin, 
As Christ the Lord is pure. 

4 If in my Father's love 
I share a filial part, 

Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove, 
To rest upon my heart. 

5 We would no longer lie 

Like slaves beneath the throne; 
Our faith shall Abba, Father ! cry, 
And Thou the kindred own. 

Isaac Watts 1707 

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Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more ! 
The light of His countenance shineth so 

bright, [night. 

That here, as in heaven, there need be no 

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot 

1 tremble no more when I see Jesus near; 

I know that His presence my safeguard will 

be, [unto me. 

For, " Why are ye troubled? 1 ' He saith 

3 Still looking to Jesus, may I be found, 
When Jordan's dark waters encompass me 

round : 
They bear me away in His presence to be ; 
I see Him still nearer whom always I see. 

•i Then, then shall I know the full beauty 

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Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to 

Shall know how His love went before me 

each day. 
And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 

Anna Bartlett Warner 1858 



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Here I can firmly rest, 

I dare to boast of this, 
That God, the highest and the best, 

My friend and Father is. 

2 From dangerous snares He saves: 
Where'er He bids me go, 

He checks the storms and calms the waves, 
That naught can work me woe. 

3 He whispers in my breast 
Sweet words of holy cheer, 

How he who seeks in God his rest 
Shall ever find Him near. 

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4 How God hath built above, 
A city fair and new, 

Where eye and heart shall see and prove 
What faith has counted true. 

5 My heart for gladness springs, 
It cannot more be sad, 

For very joy it laughs and sings, 
Sees naught but sunshine glad. 

6 The sun that glads mine eyes, 
Is Christ the Lord I love : 

I sing for joy of that which lies 
Stored up for us above. 

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On our way rejoicing, 

As we homeward move, 
Hearken to our praises, 

Thou God of love! 
Is there grief or sadness ? 

Thine it cannot be ! 
Is our sky beclouded ? 

Clouds are not from Thee !- 


2 If with honest-hearted 

Love for God and man, 
Day by day Thou find us 

Doing what we can, 
Thou Who giv'st the seed-time 

Wilt give large increase, 
Crown the head with blessings, 

Fill the heart with peace. — Cho. 


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3 On our way rejoicing 
Gladly let us go ; 

Conquered hath our Leader ; 

Vanquished is our foe ! 
Christ without, our safety, 

Christ within, our joy; 
Who, if we be faithful, 

Can our hope destroy ? — Cho. 

4 Unto God the Father 
Joyful songs we sing ; 

Unto God the Saviour 

Thankful hearts we bring; 

Unto God the Spirit 
Bow we and adore, 

On our way rejoicing 
Now and evermore. — Cho. 

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When I can read my title clear 
To mansions in the skies, 

1 bid farewell to every fear, 

And wipe my Weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
And hellish darts be hurled, 

Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
And storms of sorrow fall ; 

May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all: 

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
In seas of heavenly rest, 

And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 

Isaac Watts 1707 

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Heaven is our home ; 

May we be glorified ; 

Heaven is our home : 
There are the good and blest, 
Those we love most and best, 
Grant us with them to rest ; 

Heaven is our home. 

4 Grant us to murmur not, 
Heaven is our home; 

Whate'er our earthly lot, 

Heaven is our home. 
Grant us at last to stand 
There at Thine own right hand, 
Jesus, in Fatherland : 

Heaven is our home ! 

Thomas Rawson Taylor 1834 

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We are but strangers here, 

Heaven is our home ; 
Earth is a desert drear, 

Heaven is our home : 
Danger and sorrow stand 
Round us on every hand, 
Heaven is our Fatherland, 

Heaven is our home. 

2 What though the tempests rage ? 

Heaven is our home; 
Short is our pilgrimage, 

Heaven is our home: 
And Time's wild wintry blast 
Soon shall be overpast, 
We shall reach home at last ; 

Heaven is our home. 

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Jesus is mine. 
Break, every tender tie ; 

Jesus is mine. 
Dark is the wilderness, 
Earth has no resting-place, 
Jesus alone can bless; 

Jesus is mine. 

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2 Farewell, mortality; 

Jesus is mine. 
Welcome, eternity; 

Jesus is mine. 
Welcome, loved and blest, 
Welcome, sweet scenes of rest. 
Welcome, my Saviour's breast; 

Jesus is mine. 

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Making life's desert places bloom and smile ! 

for the faith to grasp heaven's bright 
"for ever," 
Amid the shadows of earth's " little while." 

2 " A little while," for patient vigil-keeping, 
To face the stern , to wrestle with the strong ; 
"A little while," to sow the seed with weep- 
Then bind the sheaves, and sing the har- 
vest song. 


3 " A little while " to keep the oil from failing, 
"A little while" faith's flickering lamp to 

And then, the Bridegroom's coming footsteps 
To greet His advent with the bridal hymn. 

4 And He who is Himself the Gift and Giver, 
The future glory and the present smile, 

With the bright promise of the glad "for 
Will light the shadow of the " little while." 

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Is earthly shame or loss? 
Bright shall the crown of glory be, 

When we have borne the cross. 

2 Keen was the trial once, 
Bitter the cup of woe, 

When martyred saints, baptized in blood, 
Christ's sufferings shared below. 

3 Bright is their glory now, 
Boundless their joy above, 

Is earthly shame or loss ? Bright shall the crown of glory be, When we have borne the cross. 


I I I 

Where, on the bosom of their God, 
They rest in perfect love. 

4 Lord, may that grace be ours, 
Like them in* faith to bear 

All that of sorrow, grief, or pain 
May be our portion here. 

5 Enough, if Thou at last 
The word of blessing give, 

And let us rest beneath Thy feet, 
Where saints and angels live. 

Henry Williams Baker 1852 

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And while we speak, He's near : 



Ye servants of the Lord, 

Each in his office wait, 
Observant of His heavenly word, 

And watchful at His gate. 

2 Let all your lamps be bright, 
And trim the golden flame ; 

Gird up your loins as in His sight, 
For awful is His name. 



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Mark the first signal of His hand, 
And ready all appear. 

4 happy servant he, 
In such a posture found ! 

He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
And be with honor crowned. 

5 Christ shall the banquet spread 
With His own royal hand, 

And raise that faithful servant's head 
Amid the angelic band. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

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Lord, in this Thy mercy's day, 

Ere from us it pass away, 

On our knees we fall and pray. 

2 Holy Jesus, grant us tears, 
Fill us with heart-searching fears, 
Ere that day of doom appears. 

3 By Thy night of agony, 
By Thy supplicating cry, 
By Thy willingness to die, 

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For Jerusalem below, 

Let us not Thy love forego. 

5 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, 
Kneeling lowly at the door, 
Ere it close for evermore. 

6 Judge and Saviour of our race, 
Grant us, when we see Thy face, 
With Thy ransomed ones a place. 

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Out of the rock for me. 
Thou bruised and broken Bread, 

My life-long wants supply ; 
As living souls are fed, 

feed me, or I die ! 

2 Thou true life-giving Vine, 

Let me Thy sweetness prove ; • 
Renew my life with Thine, 

Refresh my soul with love. 
For still the desert lies 

My thirsting soul before j 
living waters, rise 

Within me evermore ! 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863 



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From every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads : 

A place than all beside more sweet : 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 

3 There is a spot where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend : 

Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
And time and sense seem all no more; 
And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

5 may my hand forget her skill, 
My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
This bounding heart forget to beat, 
If I forget the mercy-seat. 

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Over life's tempestuous sea j 
Unknown waves before me roll, 
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal j 
Chart and compass came from Thee : 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 
2 As a mother stills her child, 
Thou canst hush the ocean wild ; 
Boisterous waves obey Thy will 

When Thou say est to them, " Be still.' 
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 
3 When at last I near the shore, 
And the fearful breakers roar 
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, 
Then, while leaning on Thy breast, 
May I hear Thee say to me, 
" Fear not, I will pilot thee." 

Edward Hopper 1871 






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Jesus, where'er Thy people meet, 
There they behold Thy mercy-seat ; 
Where'er They seek Thee, Thou art found, 
And every place is hallowed ground. 
2 For Thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind; 
Such ever bring Thee where they come, 
And going, take Thee to their home. 

3 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, 
Thy former mercies here renew ; 
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
The sweetness of Thy saving name. 

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer 
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, 
To teach our faint desires to rise, 

And bring all heaven before our eyes. 

William Cowper 1769 


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Hast all our fathers led: 

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 
Before Thy throne of grace: 

God of our fathers, be the God 
Of their succeeding race. 

3 Through each perplexing path of life 
Our wandering footsteps guide ; 

Give us each day our daily bread, 
And raiment fit provide. 

4 spread Thy covering wings around, 
Till all our wanderings cease, 

And, at our Father's loved abode, 
Our souls arrive in peace. 

Philip Doddridge 1737 Michael Bruce 



Thou, who hast Thy servants taught 

That not by words alone, 
But by the fruits of holiness, 

The life of God is shown, 

2 While in Thy house of prayer we meet, 
And call Thee God and Lord, 

Give us a heart to follow Thee, 
Obedient to Thy word. 

3 Through all the dangerous paths Of life 
Uphold us as we go, 

That with our lips, and in our lives, 
Thy glory we may show. 

Henry Alford 1844 

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They who seek the throne of grace, Find that throne in every place ; If we live a life of prayer, God is present ev-ery-where. 

They who seek the throne of grace, 
Find that throne in every place; 
If we live a life of prayer, 
God is present every-where. 

2 In our sickness or our health, 
In our want or in our wealth, 
If we look to God in prayer, 
God is present every-where. 

3 When our earthly comforts fail, 
When the foes of life prevail, 
'Tis the time for earnest prayer; 
God is present every-where. 

4 Then, my soul, in every strait 
To thy Father come and wait ; 
He will answer every prayer; 
God is present every-where. 

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Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, 
Where Jesus answers prayer; 

There humbly fall before His feet, 
For none can perish there. 

2 Thy promise is my only plea, 
With this I venture nigh ; 

Thou callest burdened souls to Thee, 
And such, Lord, am I. 

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin 
By Satan sorely pressed, 


By war without, and fears within, 
I come to Thee for rest. 

4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place, 
That, sheltered near Thy side, 

I may my fierce accuser face, 
And tell him, Thou hast died. 

5 wondrous love, to bleed and die, 
To bear the cross and shame, 

That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead Thy gracious name. 

John Newton 1779 

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Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 

Thy sovereign hand denies, 
Accepted at Thy throne of grace, 

Let this petition rise : 

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
From every murmur free ; 

The blessings of Thy grace impart, 
And let me live to Thee. 

3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine 
My path of life attend ; 

Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end. 


Anne Steele 1760 

Lord, when we bend before Thy throne 
And our confessions pour. 

Teach us to feel the sins we own, 
And hate what we deplore. 

2 Our broken spirits, pitying, see, 
True penitence impart ; 

Then let a kindling glance from Thee 
Beam hope upon the heart. 

3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, 
May we our wills resign ; 

And not a thought our bosom share 
Which is not wholly Thine. 

4 Let faith each weak petition fill, 
And waft it to the skies, 

And teach our hearts, 'tis goodness still 
That grants it, or denies. 

Joseph D&cre Carlyle 1804 


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Christian, upandsmitethem,Countinggain butloss; Inthestrengththatcometh By the ho - ly cross. 

Christian, dost thou see them 

On the holy ground, 
How the powers of darkness 

Rage thy steps around ? 
Christian, up and smite them, 

Counting gain but loss; 
In the strength that cometh 

By the holy cross. 

2 Christian, dost thou feel them, 

How they work within, 
Striving, tempting, luring, 

Goading into sin ? 
Christian, never tremble; 

Never be down-cast ; 
Gird thee for the battle ; 

Thou shalt win at last. 

3 Christian, dost thou hear them, 
How they speak thee fair ? 

" Always fast and vigil ? 

Always watch and prayer?" 
Christian, answer boldly, 

" While I breathe I pray:" 
Peace shall follow battle, 

Night shall end in day. 

4 "Well I know thy trouble, 

my servant true ; 
Thou art very weary, 

1 was weary too ; 

But that toil shall make thee 

Some day all Mine own, 
And the end of sorrow 

Shall be near My throne." 

Andrew of Crete, ab. 720 It. by John Mason Neale 1862 


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Behold the throne of grace, 
The promise calls me near ; 

There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
And waits to answer prayer. 

2 My soul, ask what thou wilt,, 
Thou canst not be too bold ; 

Since His own blood for thee He 
What else can He withhold? 


3 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 
Thy presence and Thy love ; 

I ask to serve Thee here below, 
And reign with Thee above. 

4 Teach me to live by faith, 
Conform my will to Thine, 

Let me victorious be in death, 
And then in glory shine. 

John Newton 1779 

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Christian! seek not yet re -pose, Cast thy dreams of ease a -way, Thou art in the midst of foes: 


Christian ! seek not yet repose, 
Cast thy dreams of ease away, 
Thou art in the midst of foes : 
" Watch and pray." 

2 Gird thy heavenly armor on, 
Wear it ever, night and day ; 

Ambushed lies the evil one : 
" Watch and pray." 

3 Hear the victors who o'ercame ; 
Still they mark each warrior's way 

All with one sweet voice exclaim, 
" Watch and pray." 

4 Hear, above all, hear thy Lord, 
Him thou lovest to obey ; 

Hide within thy heart His word, 
" Watch and pray." 

5 Watch, as if on that alone 
Hung the issue of the day ; 

Pray that help may be sent down : 
" Watch and pray." 

Charlotte Elliott 1836 


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Lord Je-sus, think on me, And purge a -way my sin; From earth-born passions set me free, And make me pure with-in. 

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Lord Jesus, think on me, 

And purge away my sin ; 
From earth-born passions set me free, 

And make me pure within. 

2 Lord Jesus, think on me 
With many a care oppressed, 

Let me Thy loving servant be, 
And taste Thy promised rest. 

3 Lord Jesus, think on me 
Nor let me go astray ; 

Through darkness and perplexity 
Point Thou the heavenly way. 

4 Lord Jesus, think on me, 
That, when the flood is past, 

I may the eternal brightness see, 
And share Thy joy at last. 

Synesius, c. 400 Tr. by Allen William Chatfield 1876 

Thou very present aid 

In suffering and distress! 
The soul, which still on Thee is stayed, 

Is kept in perfect peace. 

2 Sorrow and fear are gone, 
Whene'er Thy face appears; 

It stills the sighing orphan's moan, 
And dries the widow's tears. 

3 Jesus, to whom I fly, 
Doth all my wishes fill; 

In vain the creature streams are dry ; 
I have the Fountain still. 

4 Stripped of my earthly friends, 
I find them all in One, 

And peace, and joy that never ends, 
And heaven, in Christ alone. 

Charles Wesley 1749 



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My God, is any hour so sweet, 

From blush of morn to evening star, 

As that which calls me to Thy feet, 
The hour of prayer ? 

2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, 
And blest that solemn hour of eve, 

When, on the wings of prayer upborne, 
The world I leave. 

3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed; 
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven ; 

Then dost Thou cheer my solitude 
With hopes of heaven. 

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4 No words can tell what sweet relief 
Here for my every want I find ; 

What strength for warfare, balm for grief, 
What peace of mind. 

5 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear ; 
My spirit seems in heaven to stay ; 

And e'en the penitential tear 
Is wiped away. 

6 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore, 
No privilege so dear shall be 

As thus my inmost soul to pour 
In prayer to Thee. 

Charlotte Elliott 1834 

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Look down in love, and hear our humble cry. 

2 Thou tender Shepherd of the blood-bought 

Thy feeble wandering flock in safety keep. 

3 gentle Saviour, by Thy death we live ; 

5 Thou art the mourner's stay, the sinner's 

Friend, [end. 

Sweet fount of joy and blessings without 

6 come and cheer us with Thy heavenly 

grace ; 
Reveal the brightness of Thy glorious face ! 

7 Go where we go, abide where we abide, 
In life, in death, our comfort, strength, and 


To contrite sinners life eternal give. 

4 Thou art the bread of heaven, on Thee we g guide us daily with Thine eye of love 

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2 Lord, we have wandered forth through 

doubt and sorrow, [one; 

And Thou hast made each step an onward 

And we will ever trust each unknown mor- 
Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done. 
3 Now, Father, now in Thy dear presence 
Our spirits yearn to feel Thy kindling love ; 
Now make us strong; we need Thy deep 
revealing [above. 

Of trust, and strength, and calmness from 

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When the world is brightest, 
And our hearts are lightest, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us! 
Let Thy hand be near us ! 

2 When life's scene is shaded ; 
All its bright hopes faded, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us ! 
Light of heaven, be near us ! 

3 When with blessings sated, 
Or by praise elated, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us ! 

Let Thy cross be near us ! 

4 When the night of sorrow 
Makes us dread to-morrow, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us ! 
Light of heaven, be near us! 

5 When our foes surround us, 
When our sins have bound us, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us ! 

Let Thy help be near us! 

6 When our hearts are grieving, 
O'er the grave bereaving, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us ! 

Light of heaven, be near us! 

7 When in sickness lying, 
Dark with fear of dying, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us ! 
Let Thy help be near us ! 

8 When life, slowly waning, 
Shows but heaven remaining, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us ! 
Light of all, be near us! 

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Thy word, Lord, Thy precious word Be my poor heart Thy blessed word's abode, 
alone, Lead Thou me on! 

Can lead me on ; Thy Holy Spirit gives the light to see, 

By this, until the darksome night be gone, And leads me by Thy word, close following 

Lead Thou me on ! Thee. 

Thy word is light, Thy word is life and 

power; 3 Led by aught else, I tread a devious way. 

By it, oh, guide me in each trying hour ! O n > l ea °- me on - 

Speak, Lord, and help me ever to obey, 
2 Whate'er my path, led by the word, 'tis Lead Thou me on! 

good, My every step shall then be well denned, 

Oh, lead me on ! And all I do according to Thy mind. 

Albert Midlane 1884 

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Borne aloft on angels' wings, 
Lord of lords, and King of kings, 

Jesus, hear and save. 

4 Soon to come to earth again, 
Judge of angels and of men, 
Hear us now, and hear us then, 

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Lord of mercy and of might, 
Of mankind the life and light, 
Maker, teacher, infinite, 
Jesus, hear and save. 

2 Mighty monarch ! Saviour mild ! 
Humbled to a mortal child, 
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, 
Jesus, hear and save. 

Jesus, hear and save. 

Reginald Heber 1827 


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Lead, kindly Light, a- mid th' encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; 


Lead Thou me on! 

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see 

The dis-tant scene; one step e-nough for me. 




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Lead 1 hou me on ! year* ' 

The night is dark, and I am far from home ; 

Lead Thou me on ! 3 So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still 

Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see Will lead me on 

The distant scene ; one step enough for me. O'er moor and fen, o'er erag and torrent, till 

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God of pity, God of grace, When we humbly seek Thy face, Bend from heav'n, Thy dwelling place ; Hear, forgive and save. 


God of pity, God of grace, 
When we humbly seek Thy face. 
Bend from heaven. Thy dwelling place 
Hear, forgive and save. 

2 When we in Thy temple meet, 
Spread our wants before Thy feet, 
Pleading at the mercy-seat ; 

Look from heaven and save. 

3 When Thy love our hearts shall fill, 
And we long to do Thy will, 
Turning to Thy holy hill : 

Lord, accept and save. 

4 Should we wander from Thy fold, 
And our love to Thee grow cold, 
With a pitying eye behold ; 

Lord, forgive and save. 

5 Should the hand of sorrow press, 
Earthly care and want distress, 
May our souls Thy peace possess ; 

Jesus, hear and save. 

6 And whate'er our cry may be. 
When we lift our hearts to Thee, 
From our burden set us free : 

Hear, forgive and save. 

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Son of God, to Thee I cry: 
By the holy mystery 
Of Thy dwelling here on earth, 
By Thy pure and holy birth, 
Lord, Thy presence let me see, 
Manifest Thyself to me. 

2 Lamb of God, to Thee I cry: 
By Thy bitter agony, 
By Thy pangs to us unknown, 
By Thy spirit's parting groan, 
Lord, Thy presence let me see, 
Manifest Thyself to me. 

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3 Prince of Life, to Thee I cry : 
By Thy glorious majesty, 

By Thy triumph o'er the grave, 
Meek to suffer, strong to save, 
Lord, Thy presence let me see, 
Manifest Thyself to me. 

4 Lord of glory, God most High, 
Man exalted to the sky, 

With Thy love my bosom fill, 
Prompt me to perform Thy will ; 
Then Thy glory I shall see, 
Thou wilt bring me home to Thee. 

Richard Mant 1831 


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Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 

Unuttered or expressed; 
The motion of a hidden fire 

That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
The falling of a tear, 

The upward glancing of an eye, 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
That infant lips can try ; 

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 
Returning from his ways, 

While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry, "Behold, he prays!" 

5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
The Christian's native air, 

His watchword at the gates of death; 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

G Thou, by whom we come to God, 
The Life, the Truth, the Way, 

The path of prayer Thyself hast trod ; 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 

James Montgomery 1819 

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Guide me, Thou great Jehovah, 
Pilgrim through this barren land ; 

1 am weak, but Thou art mighty, 
Hold me with Thy powerful hand : 

Bread of heaven, 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2 Open now the crystal fountain, 
Whence the healing stream doth flow j 

Let the fiery cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through: 

Strong Deliverer, 
Be Thou still my strength and shield. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
Bid my anxious fears subside ; 

Death of death, and hell's Destruction, 
Land me safe on Canaan's side : 

Songs of praises, 
I will ever give to Thee. 

"William Williams 1772 

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Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God ; 
He whose word cannot be broken, 

Formed thee for His own abode: 
On the Rock of Ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose? 
With salvation's walls surrounded, 

Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. 
2 See, the streams of living waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well supply thy sons and daughters, 

And all fear of want remove : 


Who can faint, while such a river 

Ever flows their thirst to assuage ? 
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, 

Never fails from age to age. 
3 Round each habitation hovering, 

See the cloud and fire appear, 
For a glory and a covering, 

Showing that the Lord is near : 
Thus deriving from their banner 

Light by night, and shade by day, 
Safe they feed upon the Manna 

Which He gives them when they pray 

John Newton 1779 

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1 love Thy kingdom, Lord, 

The house of Thine abode, 
The Church our blest Redeemer saved 
With His own precious blood. 

2 I love Thy Church, God: 
Her walls before Thee stand, 

Dear as the apple of Thine eye, 
And graven on Thy r hand. 

3 For her my tears shall fall, 
For her my prayers ascend ; 

To her my cares and toils be given, 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

4 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways, 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

5 Jesus, Thou friend divine, 
Our Saviour and our King, 

Thy hand from every snare and foe 
Shall great deliverance bring. 

6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, 
To Zion shall be given 

The brightest glories earth can yield, 
And brighter bliss of heaven. 

Timothy D wight 1800 

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Praise the Rock of our salvation, 

Laud His name from zone to zone ; 
On that Rock the Church is builded, 

Christ Himself the Corner-Stone; 
Vain against our rock-built Zion 

Winds, and waters, fire and hail ; 
Christ is in her midst ; against her 

Sin and hell shall not prevail. 
2 Framed of living stones, cemented 

By the Spirit's unity v 
Based on prophets and apostles, 

Firm in faith, and stayed on Thee, 
May Thy Church, Lord incarnate, 

Grow in grace, in peace, in love ; 
Emblem of the heavenly Zion, 

The Jerusalem above. 

3 Stands four-square that heavenly city ; 
Paved with gold like crystal bright; 

Gates of pearl, and walls of jasper, 

Emerald and chrysolite; 
Broad and lofty tower its ramparts; 

At its gates twelve angels stand; 
On its walls twelve names are graven, 

Of the apostles' chosen band. 

4 Where Thou reignest, King of glory, 
Throned in everlasting light, 

'Midst Thy saints, no more is needed 
Sun by day, nor moon by night : 

Soon may we those portals enter, 
When this earthly strife is o'er, 

There to dwell with saints and angels 
In Thy presence evermore. 

Benjamin AVebb 1871 

ST. ANN'S C. M. 

W. Croft 

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0, where are kings and empires now Of old that went and came? But, Lord, Thy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same. 

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0, where are kings and empires now 

Of old that went and came ? 
But, Lord, Thy Church is praying yet, 

A thousand years the same. 
2 We mark her goodly battlements, 

And her foundations strong; 
We hear within the solemn voice 

Of her unending song. 

3 For not like kingdoms of the world, 
Thy holy Church, God ! [her, 

Though earthquake shocks are threatening 
And tempests are abroad, 

4 Unshaken as eternal hills, 
Immovable she stands, 

A mountain that shall fill the earth, 
A house not made by hands. 

Arthur Cleveland Coxe 1839 



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Christ is made the sure Foundation, 
Christ the Head and Corner-Stone, 

Chosen of the Lord, and precious, 
Binding all the Church in one, 

Holy Z ion's Help forever, 
And her Confidence alone. 

2 All that dedicated city, 
Dearly loved of God on high, 

In exultant jubilation 

Pours perpetual melody; 
God the One in Three adoring 

In glad hymns eternally. 

3 To this temple, where we call Thee, 
Come, Lord of hosts, to-day: 

With Thy wonted loving-kindness, 
Hear Thy servants as they pray ; 

And Thy fullest benediction 
Shed within its walls alway. 

4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants 
What they ask of Thee to gain, 

What they gain from Thee for ever 
With the blessed to retain, 

And hereafter in Thy glory 
Evermore with Thee to reign. 

Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 


Zion stands by hills surrounded, 

Zion kept by power divine : 
All her foes shall be confounded, 

Though the world in arms combine. 
Happy Zion! 

What a favored lot is thine ! 

2 Every human tie may perish ; 
Friend to friend unfaithful prove j 

Mothers cease their own to cherish ; 
Heaven and earth at last remove j 

But no changes 
Can attend Jehovah's love. 

3 In the furnace God may prove thee, 
Thence to bring thee forth more bright, 

But can never cease to love thee ; 
Thou art precious in His sight : 

God is with thee, 
God thine everlasting light. 

Thomas Kelly 1804 



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Great is the Lord our God, And let His praise be great ; He makes His churches His a - bode, His most de-light-ful seat. 



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A mighty fortress is our God, 

A bulwark never failing j 
Our helper He amid the flood 
Of mortal ills prevailing j 
For still our ancient foe 
Doth seek to work us woe ; 
His craft and power are great, 
And armed with cruel hate, 
On earth is not his equal. 

2 Did we in our own strength confide, 

Our striving would be losing, — 
Were not the right Man on our side, 
The Man of God's own choosing : 
Dost ask who that may be ? 
Christ Jesus, it is He ! 
Lord Sabaoth, His name, 
From age to age the same ; 
And He must win the battle. 

3 And though this world, with devils filled, 
Should threaten to undo us, 

We will not fear, for God hath willed 
His truth to triumph through us : 

The prince of darkness grim — 

We tremble not for him ; 

His rage we can endure ; 

For lo, his doom is sure ; 
One little word shall fell him. 

4 That word above all earthly powers — 
No thanks to them — abideth ; 

The Spirit and the gifts are ours, 
Through Him who with us sideth : 

Let goods and kindred go, 

This mortal life also j 

The body they may kill, 

God's truth abideth still j 
His kingdom is forever. 

Martin Luther 1529 Tr. by Frederick Henry Hedge 1852 


S. M. 

Great is the Lord our God, 
And let His praise be great; 

He makes His churehes His abode, 
His most delightful seat. 

2 These temples of His grace, 
How beautiful they stand, 

The honors of our native place, 
And bulwarks of our land. 

3 In Zion God is known, 
A refuge in distress ; 

How bright has His salvation shone 
Through all her palaces. 

4 Oft have our fathers told, 
Our eyes have often seen, 

How well our God secures the fold, 
Where His own sheep have been. 

5 In every new distress 
We'll to His house repair; 

We'll think upon His wondrous grace, 
And seek deliverance there. 

Isaac Watts 17 19 


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Lord of our life, and God of our salvation, 
Star of our night, and hope of every nation, 
Hear and receive Thy Church's supplication, 
Lord God almighty. 

2 See round Thine ark the hungry billows curling ; 
See how Thy foes their banners are unfurling, 
Lord, while their darts envenomed they are hurling, 

Thou canst preserve us. 

3 Lord, Thou canst help when earthly armor f aileth, 
Lord, Thou canst save when deadly sin assaileth, 
Lord, o'er Thy Church nor death nor hell prevaileth ; 

Grant us Thy peace, Lord. 

4 Grant us Thy help till foes are backward driven, 
Grant them Thy truth, that they may be forgiven, 
Grant peace on earth, and, after we have striven, 

Peace in Thy heaven. 

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I God of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness of Thy face; 
( Shine upon us , Saviour, shine, Fill Thy Church with light divine ; 

And Thy saving health extend Unto earth's remotest end. 



God of mercy, God of grace, 
Show the brightness of Thy face ; 
Shine upon us. Saviour, shine, 
Fill Thy Church with light divine ; 
And Thy saving health extend 
Unto earth's remotest end. 
2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord, 
Be by all that live adored : 
Let the nations shout and sing, 


Glory to their Saviour King ; 

At Thy feet their tribute pay, 

And Thy holy will obey. 

3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord, 

Earth shall then her fruits afford : 

God to man His blessing give, 

Man to God devoted live ; 

All below, and all above, 

One in joy, and light, and love. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 

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To-day be-neath be - nig - nant skies, 'Mid scenes Thy fa - vot beau-ti - fies, Our hopes and prayers to Thee we raise, 



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To-day beneath benignant skies, 
'Mid scenes Thy favor beautifies, 
Our hopes and prayers to Thee we raise, 
And found a temple to Thy praise, 
Our humble work propitious own, 
As now we lay this corner-stone. 

2 Except the Lord the house do build, 
Except with grace the work be filled, 
All labor's vain. 0, Christ, impart 
Thy loving spirit to each heart: 
By Thee, to Thee, on Thee alone, 
We build, Thou fairest Corner-Stone ! 

3 Here may the truth and right grow strong, 
Here love prevail Thy saints among, 

Here sinners feel Thy quickening grace, 
And seek with hasting joy Thy face; 
And thousands gladly make Thee Known 
As their eternal Corner-Stone. 

4 Build Thou the walls ! Make them so glow 
"With glory, we on earth below 

The eternal splendors shall foresee ; 
Grander than Salem's may they be, 
All luminous with grace Thine own, 
From topmost peak to corner-stone ! 

Denis Wortman 1881 


Scotch Psalter 

Thou, whose own vast temple stands, 

Built over earth and sea, 
Accept the walls that human hands 

Have raised to worship Thee. 

2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, 

Within these walls V abide, 
The peace that dwelleth without end 

Serenely by Thy side. 

3 May erring minds, that worship here, 
Be taught the better way ; 

And they who mourn, and they who fear, 
Be strengthened as they pray. 

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, 
And pure devotion rise, 

While, round these hallowed walls, the storm 
Of earth-born passion dies. 

William Cullen Bryant 1835 

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The courts ofheav'n are filled 

On His great love, our hopes we place Of present grace, and joys a-bove. 


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Christ is our Corner-Stone; 

On Him alone we build ; 
With His true saints alone 

The courts of heaven are filled : 
On His great love, our hopes we place 
Of present grace, and joys above. 
2 then with hymns of praise 

These hallowed courts shall ring ! 
Our voices we will raise, 
The Three in One to sing ; 
And thus proclaim in joyful song 
Both loud and long, that glorious name. 




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3 Here, gracious God, do Thou 
For evermore draw nigh ; 

Accept each faithful vow, 

And mark each suppliant sigh: 
In copious shower, on all who pray, 
Each holy day, Thy blessing pour. 

4 Here may we gain from heaven 
The grace which we implore, 

And may that grace, once given, 
Be with us evermore, 
Until that day when all the blest 
To endless rest are called away. 

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Come, Jesus, from the sapphire throne, 
Where Thy redeemed behold Thy face, 

Enter this temple, now Thine own, 
And let Thy glory fill the place. 

2 We praise Thee that to-day we see 
Its sacred walls before Thee stand; 

'Tis Thine for us— 'tis ours for Thee ; 
Reared by Thy kind assisting hand. 

3 Oft as returns the day of rest, 
Let heartfelt worship here ascend ; 

With Thine own joy fill every breast, 

With Thine own power Thy word attend. 

4 Here, in the dark and sorrowing day, 
Bid Thou the throbbing heart be still ; 

wipe the mourner's tears away, 

And give new strength to meet Thy will. 

5 When round this board Thine own shall 
And keep the feast of dying love, [meet, 

Be our communion ever sweet, 

With Thee, and with Thy Church above. 

6 Come, faithful Shepherd, feed Thy sheep : 
In Thine own arms the lambs enfold; 

Give help to climb the heavenward steep, 
Till Thy full glory we behold. 

Ray Palmer 1875 


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O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills 
The bounds of the eternal hills, 
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, 
To dwell in temples made with hands ; 

2 Grant that all we, who here to-day 
Rejoicing" this foundation lay, 

May be in very deed Thine own, 
Built on the precious Corner-Stone. 

3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace, 
That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place ; 
The beauty of the oak and pine, 

The gold and silver, make them Thine. 


4 To Thee they all belong; to Thee 
The treasures of the earth and sea ; 
And, when we bring them to Thy throne, 
We but present Thee with Thine own. 

5 The heads that guide endue with skill, 
The hands that work preserve from ill, 
That we, who these foundations lay, 
May raise the topstone in its day. 

6 But now and ever, Lord, protect 
The temple of Thine own elect ; 

Be Thou in them, and they in Thee, 
ever-blessed Trinity ! 

John Mason Neale 1844 


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On Thee we rest, on Thee alone ! 
The Rock of Ages, Thou ; and we, 
As living stones, are built on Thee. 

2 In the beginning, Thou wast God; 

The heavens, by Thee, were spread abroad ; 
By Thee, was earth's foundation laid; 
Thy power upholds whate'er was made. 

3 We bless Thee, Immanuel I 
Who dost in our own likeness dwell : 

Thy human nature, temple true, 
Wherein the Father's face we view. 

4 On hearts in faith confessing Thee, 
The Christ, the Son of God, to be, 
Thy living Church, Thou dost maintain, 
And gates of death resist in vain. 

5 Lord, accept our offering free, 
And may this house be reared for Thee : 
On Thee we build, on Thee alone, 

Jesus, Thou our Corner-Stone. 

Philip Fhelps 1879 


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Spirit of the living God, 
In all Thy plentitude of grace, 

Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race. 

2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, 
To preach the reconciling word ; 

Give power and unction from above, 
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light, 
Confusion, order in Thy path; 

Souls without strength inspire with might ; 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 Spirit of the Lord, prepare 

All the round earth her God to meet ; 
Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, 
Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 

5 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh 
The triumphs of the cross record; 

The name of Jesus glorify, 

Till every kindred call Him Lord. 

James Montgomery 1825 


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Lord of the har - vest, hear Thy need-y serv-ants 

We bid thee welcome in the name 

Of Jesus, our exalted Head: 
Come as a Servant: so He came; 

And we receive thee in His stead. 

2 Come as a Shepherd: guard and keep 
This fold from hell and earth and sin ; 

Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep, 
The wounded heal, the lost bring in. 

3 Come as a Watchman : take thy stand 
Upon thy tower amidst the sky; 

And when the sword comes on the land, 
Call us to fight, or warn to fly. 

4 Come as Teacher : sent from God, 
Charged His whole counsel to declare : 

Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod, 
While we uphold thy hands with prayer. 

5 Come as a Messenger of peace : 
Filled with the Spirit, fired with love ; 

Live to behold our large increase, 
And die to meet us all above. 

James Montgomery 1825 

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Thy needy servants' cry ; 

Answer our faith's effectual praj T er, 
And all our wants supply. 

2 On Thee we humbly wait, 
Our wants are in Thy view ; 

The harvest, Lord, is truly great, 
The laborers are few. 

3 Convert and send forth more 
Into Thy Church abroad, 

And let them speak Thy word of power, 
As workers with their God. 

4 let them spread Thy name, 
Their mission fully prove ; 

Thy universal grace proclaim, 
Thine all-redeeming love. 

Charles Wesley 1748 

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How beauteous are their feet 

Who stand on Zion's hill, 
"Who bring salvation on their tongues, 

And words of peace reveal ! 
How charming is their voice, 

How sweet the tidings are! 
"Zion, behold Thy Saviour King; 

He reigns and triumphs here." 
2 How happy are our ears, 

That hear this joyful sound, 
Which kings and prophets waited for, 

And sought, but never found ! 


How blessed are our eyes, 

That see this heavenly light ! 
Prophets and kings desired it long, 

But died without the sight. 
3 The watchmen join their voice, 

And tuneful notes employ; 
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 

And deserts learn the joy. 
The Lord makes bare His arm 

Through all the earth abroad; 
Let every nation now behold 

Their Saviour and their God. 

Isaac Watts 1707 

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With love's undying flame ; 
But more of Thee we long to know, 

And more would love Thy name. 

2 Thy life, Thy death, inspire our song, 
Thy Spirit breathes through all ; 

And here our feet would linger long, 
But we obey Thy call. 

3 Thou bid'st us go, with Thee to stand 
Against hell's marshalled powers ; 

And heart to heart, and hand to hand, 
To make Thine honor ours. 

4 With Thine own pity, Saviour, see 
The thronged and darkening way : 

We go to win the lost to Thee, 
help us, Lord, we pray. 

5 Teach Thou our lips of Thee to speak, 
Of Thy sweet love to tell ; 

Till they who wander far shall seek 
And find and serve Thee well. 

6 O'er all the world Thy Spirit send, 
And make Thy goodness known, 

Till earth and heaven together blend 
Their praises at Thy throne. 

Ray Palmer 1865 


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Elijah's mantle o'er Elisha cast; 
Each age its solemn task may claim but once: 

Make each a nobler, stronger than the last ! 

2 Anoint them Prophets ! Make their ears 

To Thy divinest speech ; their hearts awake 
To human need ; their lips make eloquent 
To assure the right, and every evil break. 

3 Anoint them Priests ! Strong intercessors 

For pardon, and for charity and peace ! 
Ah, if with them the world might pass, a- 

Into the dear Christ's life of sacrifice ! 

4 Anoint them Kings! Ave, kingly kings, 


Anoint them with the Spirit of Thy Son : 
Their's, not a jeweled crown, a blood-stained 
sword ; 

Their's, by sweet love, for Christ a king- 
dom won. 

5 Make them Apostles! Heralds of Thy 

Forth may they go to tell all realms Thy 

grace ; 
Inspired of Thee, may they count all but loss, 
And stand at last with joy before Thy face. 

6 mighty age of prophet-kings, return ! 
truth, faith, enrich our urgent time! 

Lord Jesus Christ, again with us sojourn ; 
A weary world awaits Thy reign sublime ! 

Denis Wortman 1884 



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Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim 
Salvation through Imnianuel's name ; 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the Rose of Sharon there. 

2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, 
With flaming zeal your breast inspire, 

Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And hush the tempest into peace. 

3 And when our labors all are o'er, 
Then we shall meet to part no more; 
Meet, with the blood-bought throng to fall, 
And crown our Jesus, Lord of all. 

Bourne Hall Draper 1803 

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That whitens o'er the plain, 
Where angels soon shall gather 

Their sheaves of golden grain, 
Accept these hands to labor, 

These hearts to trust and love, 
And deign with them to hasten 

Thy kingdom from above. 

2 As laborers in Thy vineyard 

Send us out, Christ, to be 
Content to bear the burden 

Of weary days for Thee : 
"We ask no other wages, 

When Thou shalt call us home, 
But to have shared the travail 

Which makes Thy kingdom come. 

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"Bid the whole earth My grace receive; 

He shall be saved that trusts My word, 
And he condemned that won't believe. 

2 " I'll make your great commission known j 
And ye shall prove My gospel true, 

By all the works that I have done, 
By all the wonders ye shall do. 

3 " Go, heal the sick ; go, raise the dead ; 
Go, cast out devils in My name; 

Nor let My prophets be afraid, [pheme. 

Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blas- 

4 " Teach all the nations My commands, 
I'm with you till the world shall end ; 

All power is trusted to My hands, 
I can destroy, and I defend." 

5 He spake, and light shone round His head; 
On a bright cloud to heaven He rode: 

They, to the farthest nations, spread 
The grace of their ascended God. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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When angels touch the quivering string, 

And wake, to chant Immanuel's love, 
Such strains as angel-lips can sing. 

2 And sweet on earth the choral swell, 
From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays, 

When pardoned souls their raptures tell, 
And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 

3 Jesus, Thy name our souls adore ; 

We own the bond that makes us Thine ; 
And carnal joys, that charmed before, 
For Thy dear sake we now resign. 

4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued. 
Accept Thine offered grace to-day ; 

Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, 
We bow and give ourselves away. 


Ray Palmer 1843 

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Father, in these reveal Thy Son, 
In these for whom we seek Thy face ; 

Adopt and seal them as Thine own, 
By Thy regenerating grace. 

2 Jesus, with us Thou always art, 
Now ratify the sacred sign, 

The gift unspeakable impart, 
And bless Thy sacrament divine. 

3 £ome, Holy Spirit, from on high, 
Baptizer of our spirits, Thou ! 

The purifying grace apply 

And witness with the water now. 

4 Pour forth Thine energy divine, 
And sprinkle the atoning blood ; 

May Father, Son, and Spirit join 
To seal each child, a child of God. 

Charles Wesley 1747 

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Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding, 

With the shepherd's kindest care, 
All the feeble gently leading, 

While the Lambs Thy bosom share ; 
2 Now, these little ones receiving, 

Fold them in Thy gracious arm ; 
There, we know, Thy word believing, 

Only there, secure from harm. 

3 Never, from Thy pasture roving, 
Let them be the lion's prey ; 

Let Thy tenderness, so loving, 

Keep them all life's dangerous way. 

4 Then, within Thy fold eternal, 
Let them find a resting-place, 

Feed in pastures ever vernal, 
Drink the rivers of Thy grace. 

William Augustus Muhlenberg 1826 



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Gracious Saviour, holy Shepherd, 
Little ones are dear to Thee ; 

Gathered with Thine arms, and carried 
In Thy bosom, may they be 

Sweetly, fondly, safely tended, 
From all want and danger free. 

2 Let Thy holy word instruct them ; 

Fill their minds with heavenly light; 
Let Thy love and grace constrain them 


To approve whate'er is right ; 
Let them feel Thy yoke is easy, 
Let them prove Thy burden light. 

3 Taught to lisp Thy holy praises 
Which on earth Thy children sing, 

With both lips and hearts, unfeigned, 
Glad thank-offerings may they bring; 

Then with all Thy saints in glory, 
Join to praise their Lord and King. 

Jane E. Leeson and J. Whittemore i860 

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Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray 
From Thy secure enclosure's bound, 

And, lured by worldly joys away, 

Among the thoughtless crowd be found ; 

2 Remember still that they are Thine, 
That Thy dear, sacred name they bear ; 

Think that the seal of love divine, 

The sign of covenant grace, they wear. 

3 In all their erring, sinful years, 
let them ne'er forgotten be ; 

Remember all the prayers and tears 
Which made them consecrate to Thee. 

4 And when these lips no more can pray, 
These eyes can weep for them no more, 

Turn Thou their feet from folly's way, 
The wanderers to Thy fold restore. 

Alice Bradley Hyde 1824 


He who, a little Child, began 
The life divine to show to man, 
Proclaims from heaven the message free, 
" Let little children come to Me." 

2 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign 
Of sprinkled water, name them Thine : 
Their souls with saving grace endow, 
Baptize them with Thy Spirit now ! 

3 give Thine angels charge, good Lord, 
Them safely in Thy way to guard ; 

Thy blessing on their lives command, 
And write their names upon Thy hand ! 

XV. Robertson 

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By cool Siloam's shady rill 

How fair the lily grows ! 
How sweet the breath beneath the hill 

Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet 
The paths of peace have trod ; 

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill, 
The lily must decay ; 

The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 
Of man's maturer age 

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
And stormy passion's rage. 

5 Thou, who givest life and breath, 
We seek Thy grace alone, 


In childhood, manhood, age and death, 
To keep us still Thine own. 

Reginald Heber 1827 


See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 

With all-engaging charms j 
Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, 

And folds them in His arms ! 

2 " Permit them to approach," He cries, 
"Nor scorn their humble name ; 

For 'twas to bless such souls as these, 
The Lord of angels came." 

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 
And yield them up to Thee ; 

Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, 
Thine let our offspring be. 

4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear ; 
Ye children, seek His face j 

And fly, with transport, to receive 
The blessings of His grace. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

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To Thee, God in heaven, 

These little ones we bring, 
Giving to Thee what Thou hast given, 

Our dearest offering. 
2 To Thee, God, whose face 

Their angels do behold, 

We bring them, praying that Thy grace 
May keep j Thine arms enfold. 

3 To Thee, who children blessed 
And suffered them to come, 

To Thee, who took them to Thy breast, 
We bring these infants home. 

James Freeman Clarke 1844 



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2 Come, ever-blessed Spirit, come, 
And make Thy servants' hearts Thy home; 
May each a living temple be 
Hallow'd forever, Lord, to Thee; 
Enrich that temple's holy shrine 
With sevenfold gifts of grace divine, 
With wisdom, light and knowledge bless, 
Strength, counsel, fear and godliness. 

Christopher Wordsworth 1862 


Arm these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord, 
With shield of faith, and Spirit's sword ; 
Forth to the battle may they go, 
And boldly fight against the foe 
With banner of the cross unfurled, 
And by it overcome the world ; 
And so at last receive from Thee 
The palm and crown of victory. 


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Stand, soldier of the cross, 
Thy high allegiance claim, 

And vow to hold the world but loss 
For thy Redeemer's name. 

2 Arise, and be baptized, 
And wash thy sins away ; 

Thy league with God be solemnized, 
Thy faith avouched to-day. 

3 No more thine own, but Christ's; 
With all the saints of old, 


Apostles, seers, evangelists, 
And martyr-throngs enrolled: 

4 In God's whole armor strong, 
Front hell's embattled powers : 

The warfare may be sharp and long, 
The victory must be ours. 

5 bright the conqueror's crown, 
The song of triumph sweet, 

When faith casts every trophy down 
At our great Captain's feet ! 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1S70 


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Now let every heart be fed 
With the true and living bread. 
2 While in penitence we kneel, 
Thy sweet presence let us feel, 
All Thy wondrous love reveal. 

3 Draw us to Thy wounded side, 
Whence there flowed the healing tide, 
There our sins and sorrows hide. 

4 From the bonds of sin release, 
Cold and wavering faith increase, 
Lamb of God, grant us Thy peace ! 

Robert Hall Baynes 1871 

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Reginald Heber 1827 

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Jesus, Thou art the sinner's Friend : 

As such I look to Thee ; 
Now, in the fulness of Thy love, 

Lord, remember me. 

2 Remember Thy pure word of grace, 
Remember Calvary ; 

Remember all Thy dying groans, 
And then remember me. 

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God, 

1 yield myself to Thee ; 

While Thou art sitting on Thy throne, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

4 Lord, I am guilty, I am vile, 
But Thy salvation's free ; 

Then in Thine all-abounding grace, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

5 And when I close my eyes in death, 
When creature-helps all flee, 

Then, my dear Redeemer God, 
I pray, remember me. 

Richard Burnham 1783 


How sweet and awful is the place, 

With Christ within the doors, 
While everlasting love displays 

The choicest of her stores. 

2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, 
Join to admire the feast, 

Each of us cries, with thankful tongues, 
" Lord, why was I a guest ? " 

3 " Why was I made to hear Thy voice, 
And enter while there's room, 

When thousands make a wretched choice, 
And rather starve than come ? " 

4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast 
That sweetly forced us in ; 

Else we had still refused to taste, 
And perished in our siu. 

5 Pity the nations, our God; 
Constrain the earth to come ; 

Send Thy victorious word abroad, 
And bring the strangers home. 

Isaac Watts 1709 


At Thy command, our dearest Lord, 
Here we attend Thy dying feast ; 

Thy blood, like wine, adorns Thy board, 
And Thine own flesh feeds every guest. 

2 Our faith adores Thy bleeding love, 
And trusts for life in One that died; 

We hope for heavenly crowns above, 
From a Redeemer crucified. 

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, 
And fling their scandals on Thy cause; 

We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
And make our triumphs in His cross. 

4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, 
He that was dead has left His tomb ; 

He lives above their utmost rage, 
And we are waiting till He come. 

Isaac Watts 1707 



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Jesus, at whose supreme command, 

We now approach to God, 
Before us in Thy vesture stand, 

Thy vesture dipped in blood. 

2 The tokens of Thy dying love 

let us all receive, 

And feel the quickening Spirit move, 
And sensibly believe. 

3 The cup of blessing, blessed by Thee, 
Let it Thy blood impart ; 

The bread Thy mystic body be, 
To cheer each languid heart. 

4 The living bread sent down from heaven, 
In us vouchsafe to be: 

Thy flesh for all the world is given, 

And all may live by Thee. 


According to Thy gracious word, 

In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 

1 will remember Thee. 

Charies Wesley 1745 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 
My bread from heaven shall be ; 

Thy testamental cup I take, 
And thus remember Thee. 

3 Gethsemane can I forget? 
Or there Thy conflict see, 

Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
And not remember Thee ? 

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 
And rest on Calvary, 

Lamb of God, my sacrifice, 
I must remember Thee. 

5 Remember Thee and all Thy pains, 
And all Thy love to me ; 

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember Thee. 

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
And mind and memory flee, 

When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, 
Jesus, remember me. 

James Montgomery 1825 


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Saviour ! who didst come 

By water and by blood ; 
Confessed on earth, adored in heaven, 

Eternal Son of God! 

2 Jesus, our life and hope, 
To endless years the same ! 

We plead Thy gracious promises, 
And rest upon Thy name. 

blood; Confessed on earth, adored in heav'n, E-ter-nalSonof God! 

3 By faith in Thee we live, 
By faith in Thee we stand, 

By Thee we vanquish sin and death, 
And gain the heavenly land. 

4 Lord ! increase our faith j 
Our fearful spirits calm; 

Sustain us through this mortal strife, 
Then give the victor's palm. 

Edward Osier 1836 


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Here, at Thy table, Lord, 

This sacred hour, 
let us feel Thee near 

In loving power ; 
Calling our thoughts away 

From self and sin, 
As to Thy banquet hall, 

We enter in. 
2 Sit at the feast, dear Lord, 

Break Thou the bread ; 
Fill Thou the cup that brings 

Life to the dead : 
That we may find in Thee, 

Pardon and peace j 
And from all bondage win 

A full release. 


3 So shall our life of faith 
Be full, be sweet; 

And we shall find our strength 

For each day meet ; 
Fed by Thy living bread, 

All hunger past, 
We shall be satisfied 

And saved at last. 

4 Come, then, Holy Christ, 
Feed us, we pray ; 

Touch with Thy pierced hand 

Each common day, 
Making this earthly life 

Full of Thy grace, 
Till in the home of heaven 

We find our place. 

May P. Hoyt 1889 

G. F. Handel 


Blest feast of love di - vine! Tis grace that makes us free To feed up - on this bread and wine, In mem'ry, Lord, of Thee! 

Blest feast of love divine ! 

'Tis grace that makes us free 
To feed upon this bread and wine, 

In memory, Lord, of Thee ! 
2 That blood which flowed for sin, 

In symbol here we see, 
And feel the blessed pledge within, 

That we are loved of Thee. 

3 if this glimpse of love 
Be so divinely sweet, 

What will it be, Lord, above, 
Thy gladdening smile to meet ! 

4 To see Thee face to face, 
Thy perfect likeness wear, 

And all Thy ways of wondrous grace 
Through endless years declare ! 

Edward Denny 1839 

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We would see Jesus — for the shadows lengthen 
Across this little landscape of our life ; 

We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen 
For the last weariness — the final strife. 

2 We would see Jesus — the great Rock Foundation, 
Whereon our feet were set with sovereign grace j 

Not life, nor death, with all their agitation, 
Can thence remove us, if we see His face. 

3 We would see Jesus — other lights are paling, 
Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; 

The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing, 
We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee. 

4 We would see Jesus — this is all we're needing, 
Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight ; 

We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading, 
Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night! 

Anna Bartlett Warner 185 



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All praise to Him of Nazareth 
The Holy One who came, 

For love of man, to die a death 
Of agony and shame ! 

2 In tender memory of His grave, 
The mystic bread we take, 

And muse upon the life He gave 
So freely, for our sake. 

3 A boundless love He bore mankind ; 

may at least a part 
Of that strong love descend, and find 

A place in every heart ! 

William Cullen Bryant 1864 

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Lord, who hast this table spread, 
What royal fare dost Thou provide ; 

Thy broken body for our bread, 

The cup from Thine own wounds supplied. 

2 But e'en this bread will be a stone, 
This cup of blessing mock our thirst, 

Unless Thy gracious hand alone 

Shall bless and give them as at first. 

3 come then, Lord, and here preside ; 
Give Thine own welcome to each guest ; 

Nor let it be to love denied 

To lean confiding on Thy breast. 

4 Then rich the portion Thou wilt give ; 
No more the hungering heart can need ; 

Thyself the bread by which we live, 
Thy precious blood our drink indeed. 

5 Thus shall Thy cross be lifted up, 
Till Thou return, the King confessed, 

To call Thine own with Thee to sup 
Within Thy Father's kingdom blest. 

6 Lord, on high now glorified, 

When wilt Thou come to bring us home 
Hear Thou Thy Spirit and Thy Bride, 
And come, Lord Jesus, quickly come. 

Edward A. Collier 1889 



S. P. Tuckerman 


If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie ; If tender tho'ts within us burn, To feel a friend is nigh ; 

If human kindness meets return, 

And owns the grateful tie ; 
If tender thoughts within us burn, 

To feel a friend is nigh ; 

2 shall not warmer accents tell 
The gratitude we owe 

To Him, who died our fears to quell, 
Our more than orphan's woe? 

3 While yet His anguished soul surveyed 
Those pangs He would not flee, 

What love His latest words displayed, 
" Meet, and remember Me." 

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4 Remember Thee, Thy death, Thy shame, 

Our sinful hearts to share ! 
memory, leave no other name 

But His recorded there. 

Gerard Thomas Noel 1813 


Prepare us, Lord, to view Thy cross, 

Who all our griefs hast borne ; 
To look on Thee whom we have pierced, 

To look on Thee, and mourn. 
2 While thus we mourn we would rejoice, 

And as Thy cross we see, 
Let each exclaim, in faith and hope, 

The Saviour died for me ! 

Thomas Cotterill 1820 

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Blessed are the sons of God, 

They are bought with Christ's own blood ; 

They are ransomed from the grave ; 

Life eternal they shall have : 

With them numbered may we be, 

Here, and in eternity. 

2 They are justified by grace, 
They enjoy the Saviour's peace j 
All their sins are washed away ; 

They shall stand in God's great day : 
With them numbered may we be, 
Here, and in eternity. 

3 They are lights upon the earth, 
Children of a heavenly birth, — 
One with God, with Jesus one : 
Glory is in them begun : 
With them numbered may we be, 
Here, and in eternity. 

Joseph Humphreys 1743 

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" Till He come," let the words 
Linger on the trembling chords : 
Let the "little while" between 
In their golden light be seen ; 
Let us think how heaven and home 
Lie beyond that " Till He come." 

2 When the weary ones we love 
Enter on their rest above, 
Seems the earth so poor and vast, 

All our life-joy overcast? 
Hush, be every murmur dumb j 
It is only, " Till He come." 

3 See, the feast of love is spread, 
Drink the wine and break the bread : 
Sweet memorials, — till the Lord 
Call us round His heavenly board: 
Some from earth, from glory some, 
Severed only, "Till He come." 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1861 

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Lamb of God, whose bleeding love 

We now recall to mind, 
Send the answer from above, 

And let us mercy find ; 
Think on us who think on Thee ; 

Every struggling soul release ; 
remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace. 
2 By Thine agonizing pain 

And bloody sweat, we pray, 
By Thy dying love to man, 

Take all our sins away j 

Burst our bonds and set us free, 

From iniquity release ; 
O remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace. 
3 Let Thy blood, by faith applied, 

The sinner's pardon seal ; 
Speak us freely justified, 

And all our sickness heal ; 
By Thy passion on the tree, 

Let our griefs and trouble cease ; 
O remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace. 

Charles Wesley 1745 


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Bread of heaven, on Thee I feed, 
For Thy flesh is meat indeed ; 
Ever may my soul be fed 
With this true and living bread; 
Day by day with strength supplied, 
Through the life of Him who died. 

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2 Vine of heaven, Thy blood supplies 

This blest cup of sacrifice ; 

'Tis Thy wounds my healing give j 

To Thy cross I look and live. 

Thou my life, let me be 

Rooted, grafted, built on Thee. 

Josiah Cornier 1824 



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Lamb of God, still keep me Near to Thy wounded side; 

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O Lamb of God, still keep me 

Near to Thy wounded side ; 
'Tis only there in safety 

And peace I can abide. 
What foes and snares surround me, 

What doubts and fears within ! 
The grace that sought and found me, 

Alone can keep me clean. 
2 'Tis only in Thee hiding, 

I know my life secure; 
Only in Thee abiding, 

The conflict can endure : 



Thine arm the victory gaineth 

O'er every hateful foe ; 
Thy love my heart sustaineth, 

In all its care and woe. 
3 Soon shall my eyes behold Thee 

With rapture face to face ; 
One half hath not been told me 

Of all Thy power and grace ; 
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, 

The wonders of Thy love, 
Shall be the endless story 

Of all Thy saints above. 

James George Deck 1842 

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Hark ! my soul, it is the Lord ; 
'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word ; 
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 
"Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me? 

2 " I delivered thee when bound, 

And when wounded, healed thy wound; 
Sought thee wandering, set thee right, 
Turned thy darkness into light. 

3 " Can a woman's tender care 
Cease towards the child she bare? 
Yes, she may forgetful be 

Yet will I remember thee. 

4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above, 
Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

5 "Thou shalt see My glory soon 
When the work of grace is done; 
Partner of My throne shalt be : 
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?" 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint 
That my love is weak and faint; 
Yet I love Thee, and adore: 

for grace to love Thee more ! 

William Cowper 1768 

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bread to pilgrims given, 

food that angels eat, 
O manna sent from heaven, 

For heaven-born natures meet; 
Give us, for Thee long pining, 

To eat till richly filled; 
Till, earth's delights resigning, 

Our every wish is stilled. 
2 water, life bestowing, 

From out the Saviour's heart 
A fountain purely flowing, 

A fount of love Thou art 

let us, freely tasting, 

Our burning thirst assuage ; 
Thy sweetness, never wasting, 

Avails from age to age. 
3 Jesus, this feast receiving, 

We Thee unseen adore ; 
Thy faithful word believing, 

We take, and doubt no more : 
Give us, Thou true and loving, 

On earth to live in Thee : 
Then, death the veil removing, 

Thy glorious face to see. 

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Praise to our victorious King, 
Who hath washed us in the tide, 
Flowing from His pierced side. 

2 Praise we Him, whose love divine 
Gives His sacred blood for wine, 
Gives His body for the feast : 
Christ the victim, Christ the priest. 

3 Where the paschal blood is poured, 
Death's dark angel sheathes his sword ; 
Israel's hosts triumphant go 
Through the wave that drowns the foe. 

4 Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, 
Paschal victim, paschal bread j 

With sincerity and love, 
Eat we manna from above. 

5 Mighty victim from the sky, 
Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie ; 
Thou hast conquered in the fight, 
Thou hast brought us life and light. 

6 Hymns of glory and of praise, 
Risen Lord, to Thee we raise ; 
Holy Father, praise to Thee, 
With the Spirit, ever be ! 

Tr. by Robert Campbell 1850 

H. Barthelemon 

In the name of God, the Father, In the name of God, the Son, In the name of God, the Spir-it, 

D.S.— Crying, "Ho- ly, ho - ly, ho - ly!" 

One inThree,andThreeinOne, In the name,whichhi 
Come we to this sacred place. 

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In the name of God, the Father, 

In the name of God, the Son, 
In the name of God, the Spirit, 

One in Three, and Three in One, 
In the name, which highest angels 

Speak not, ere they veil their face, 
Crying, "Holy, holy, holy!" 

Come we to this sacred place. 

2 Here, in figure represented, 
See the passion once again; 

Here behold the Lamb most holy, 
As for our redemption slain; 

Here the Saviour's body broken, 
Here the blood which Jesus shed, 

Mystic food of life eternal, 
See, for our refreshment spread. 

3 Here shall highest praise be offered ; 

Here shall meekest prayer be poured ; 
Here, with body, 'soul, and spirit, 

God incarnate be adored : 
Holy Jesus ! for Thy coming, 

May Thy love our hearts prepare ; 
Thine we fain would have them wholly, 

Enter, Lord! and tarry there. 

John William Hewett 1859 

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Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 
O'er the world's tempestuous sea ; 

Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, 
For we have no help but Thee ; 

Yet possessing every blessing, 
If eur God our Father be. 

2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us 
All our weakness Thou dost know ; 
Thou iidst tread this earth before us; 

Thou didst feel its keenest woe ; 
Lone and dreary, faint and weary, 
Through the desert Thou didst go. 

3 Spirit of our God, descending, 
Fill our hearts with heavenly joy; 

Love with every passion blending, 
Pleasure that can never cloy ; 

Thus provided, pardoned, guided, 
Nothing can our peace destroy. 

James Edmeston 1821 

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Jesus spreads His banner o'er us, 

Cheers our famished souls with food; 
He the banquet spreads before us 

Of His mystic flesh and blood. 
Precious banquet j bread of heaven; 

Wine of gladness, flowing free : 
May we taste it, kindly given, 

In remembrance, Lord, of Thee. 

2 In Thy holy incarnation, 

When the angels sang Thy birth j 
In Thy fasting and temptation; 

In Thy labors on the earth ; 
In Thy trial and rejection ; 

In Thy sufferings on the tree j 
In Thy glorious resurrection ; 

May we, Lord, remember Thee. 

Roswell Park 1835 

T. R. Matthews 

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Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts, 

Thou Fount of Life, Thou Light of men, 
From the best bliss that earth imparts, 

We turn, unfilled, to Thee again. 
2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 

Thou savest those that on Thee call ; 
To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, 

To them that find Thee, All in AIL 

3 We taste Thee, Thou Living Bread, 
And long to feast upon Thee still ; 

We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head, 
And thirst, our souls from Thee to fill. 

4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, 
Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; 

Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, 
Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. 

5 Jesus, ever with us stay ; 

Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
Chase the dark night of sin away ; 
Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. 

Bernard of Clairvaux 1150 Tr. by Ray Palmer 1858 


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A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes Among Thy saints,and of Thy banquet eat. 

To plead Thy promise, and obey Thy call. & J J H 

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2 I am not worthy to be thought Thy M y prayer can only lose itself in Thee. 


Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board; 
Too long a wanderer, and too oft beguiled, 
I only ask one reconciling word. 

Dwell Thou forever in my heart; and there, 
Lord, I shall sup with Thee, and Thou 
with me. 

Edward Henry Bickersteth i8;o 

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Until He come! 

4 And thus that dark betrayal night 
With the last advent we unite 

By one bright chain of loving rite, 
Until He come! 

5 blessed hope ! with this elate 
Let not our hearts be desolate, 

But, strong in faith and patience, wait 
Until He come ! 

George Rawson 1S57 


By. Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, 
We keep the memory adored, 
And show the death of our dear Lord, 
Until He come ! 

2 His body, broken in our stead, 
Is here, in this memorial bread; 
And so our feeble love is fed 

Until He come! 

3 His fearful drops of agony, 
His life-blood shed for us, we see : 

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The brief, bright hour of fellowship with 

4 Too soon we rise ; the symbols disappear ; 
The feast, though not the love, is passed 

and gone j 
The bread and wine remove, but Thouarthere, 
Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun. 

5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by ; 
Yet,passing,points to the glad feast above, 

Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, 
The Lamb's great Bridal Feast of bliss and 

Horatius Bonar 1857 


Here, my Lord, I see Thee face to face ; 
Here would I touch and handle things 
unseen ; 
Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal 
And all my weariness upon Thee lean. 

2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God ; 
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of 

heaven ; 
Here would I lay aside each earthly load ; 
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. 

3 This is the hour of banquet and of song, 
This is the heavenly table spread for me, 


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Draw nigh and take the body of the Lord, Himself the victim and Himself the priest. 
And drink the holy blood for you outpoured. 

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1 Saved by that body and that holy blood, 

With souls refreshed, we render thanks to And take t ' he safegua rd of salvation here. 

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6 Salvation's giver, Christ, God's only Son, shields 

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A parting hymn we sing 
Around Thy table, Lord, 

Again our grateful tribute bring, 
Our solemn vows record. 

2 Here have we seen Thy face, 
And felt Thy presence here, 

So may the savor of Thy grace 
In word and life appear. 

3 The purchase of Thy blood — 
By sin no longer led — 

The path our dear Redeemer trod 
May we, rejoicing, tread. 

4 In self -forgetting love 

Be Christian union shown, 
Uutil we join the Church above, 
And know as we are known. 

Aaron Robarts Wolfe 1858 

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From the table now retiring 
Which for us the Lord hath spread, 

May our souls, refreshment finding, 
Grow in all things like our Head ! 

2 His example while beholding, 
May our lives His image bear ; 

Him our Lord and Master calling, 
His commands may we revere. 

3 Love to God and man displaying, 
Walking steadfast in His way, 

Joy attend us in believing, 

Peace from God, through endless day. 

John Rowe 1812 


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Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord; 
Help us to feed upon Thy word ; 
All that has been amiss forgive, 
And let Thy truth within us live. 

2 Though we are guilty, Thou art good; 
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; 
Give every fettered soul release, 
And bid us all depart in peace. 

Joseph Hart 1762 


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Their rock is our salvation : 
Th' eternal arms, their dear abode, 

We make our habitation : 
We bringThee,Lord,the praise they brought: 
We seek Thee as Thy saints have sought 

In every generation. 
2 The cleaving sins that brought them low 

Are still our souls oppressing ; 
The tears that from their eyes did flow 

Fall fast, our shame confessing ; 
As with Thee, Lord, prevailed their cry 
So our strong prayer ascends on high, 

And bringeth down Thy blessing. 

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3 Their joy unto their Lord we bring; 
Their song to us descendeth : 

The Spirit who in them did sing 

To us His music lendeth. 
His song in them, in us, is one j 
We raise it high, we send it on — 

The song that never endeth ! 

4 Ye saints to come, take up the strain — 
The same sweet theme endeavor! 

Unbroken be the golden chain ! 

Keep on the song for ever ! 
Safe in the same dear dwelling-place, 
Rich with the same eternal grace, 

Bless the same boundless Giver. 

Thomas Hornblower Gill 1869 


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In inmost thought, in deed, or word, 

Whose gates are praise, — Thy name be 
blest ! 

2 Son of the living God ! call us 
Once and again to follow Thee ; 

And give us strength, whate'er befall us, 
Thy true disciples still to be. 

3 When fears appal, and faith is failing, 
Make Thy voice heard o'er wind and wave, 

Let not our hardness still defy Thee, 
But with a look subdue us, Lord. 

5 strengthen Thou our weak endeavor 
Thee in Thy sheep to serve and tend, 

To give ourselves to Thee for ever, 
And find Thee with us to the end. 

Henry Arthur Martin 1871 


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Who are these in bright array, 

This innumerable throng, 
Round the altar night and day, 

Hymning one triumphant song : 
"Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 

Blessing, honor, glory, power, 
Wisdom, riches, to obtain, 

New dominion every hour." 
2 These through fiery trials trod ; 

These from great afflictions came ; 
Now, before the throne of God, 

Sealed with His almighty name ; 

Clad in raiment pure and white, 

Victor-palms in every hand, 
Through their dear Redeemer's might, 

More than conquerors they stand. 
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 

On immortal fruits they feed ; 
Them the Lamb amidst the throne, 

Shall to living fountains lead ; 
Joy and gladness banish sighs, 

Perfect love dispels all fear, 
And forever from their eyes 

God shall wipe away the tear. 

James Montgomery 1819 


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How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 
When those who love the Lord 

In one another's peace delight, 
And so fulfil His word. 

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 
And with him bear a part ; 

When sorrow flows from eye to eye, 
And joy from heart to heart; 

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, 
Our wishes all above, 

Each can his brother's failings hide, 
And show a brother's love ; 

4 When love, in one delightful stream, 
Through every bosom flows j 

When union sweet, and dear esteem, 
In every action glows. 

5 Love is the golden chain that binds 
The happy souls above ; 

And he's an heir of heaven that finds 
His bosom glows with love. 

Joseoh Swain 1792 


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Forth to the Land of Prom-ise bound, Our des-ert path we tread; God's fi - ery pil - lar for oar guide, 

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Forth to the Land of Promise bound, 

Our desert path we tread ; 
God's fiery pillar for our guide, 

His Captain at our head. 
E'en now we faintly trace the hills, 

And catch their distant blue ; 
And the bright City's gleaming spires 

Rise dimly on our view. 

2 Soon, when the desert shall be crossed, 

The flood of death passed o'er, 
Our pilgrim hosts shall safely land 

On Canaan's peaceful shore. 
There love shall have its perfect work, 

And prayer be lost in praise ; 
And all the servants of our God 

Their endless anthems raise. 

Henry Alford 1830 



Let saints below in concert sing 

With those to glory gone ; 
For all the servants of our King 

In earth and heaven are one. 
One family, we dwell in Him, 

One Church above, beneath, 
Though now divided by the stream, 

The narrow stream of death. 

2 One army of the living God, 

To His command we bow ; 
Part of the host have crossed the flood, 

And part are crossing now. 
Dear Saviour, be our constant guide ; 

Then, when the word is given, 
Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide, 

And land us safe in heaven. 

Charles Wesley 1759 

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Happy the souls to Jesus joined, 

And saved by grace alone j 
Walking in all His ways, they find 

Their heaven on earth begun. 
2 The Church triumphant in Thy love, 

Their mighty joys we know; 
They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 

And we, in hymns below. 

3 Thee, in Thy glorious realm, they praise, 
And bow before Thy throne ; 

We, in the kingdom of Thy grace: 
The kingdoms are but one. 

4 The Holy to the Holiest leads j 
From hence our spirits rise j 

And he that in Thy statutes treads 
Shall meet Thee in the skies. 

Charles Wesley 1745 


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One Lord below, above, 
Zion, one faith is thine, 

One only watchword, love : 
From different temples though it rise, 
One song ascendeth to the skies. 

2 Our Sacrifice is one j 

One Priest before the throne, 

The slain, the risen Son, 
Redeemer, Lord alone : 

Thou who didst raise Him from the dead, 

Unite Thy people in their Head. 

3 may that holy prayer, 
His tenderest and His last, 

His constant, latest care 

Ere to His throne He passed, 
No longer unfulfilled remain, 
The world's offence, His people's stain ! 

4 Head of Thy Church beneath, 
The catholic, the true, 

On all her members breathe, 
Her broken frame renew : 
Then shall Thy perfect will be done, 
When Christians love and live as one. 

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Blest be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in Christian love : 

The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 
We pour our ardent prayers ; 

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes; 
Our mutual burdens bear ; 

And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part, 
It gives us inward pain ; 

But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 
Our courage by the way ; 

While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 

G From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin we shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reign 

Through all eternity. 

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For all Thy saints, Lord, 

Who strove in Thee to live, 
Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored, 

Our grateful hymn receive. 

2 For all Thy saints, Lord, 

Accept our thankful cry, 
Who counted Thee their great reward, 

And strove in Thee to die. 

3 They all in life and death, 
With Thee, their Lord, in view, 

Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath 
To suffer and to do. 

4 For this Thy name we bless, 
And humbly pray that we 

Ma}' follow them in holiness, 
And live and die in Thee. 

Richard Mant 18^7 



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Far down the ages now, 
Her journey well nigh done, 

The pilgrim Church pursues her way, 
Until her crown be won. 

2 The story of the past 
Comes up before her view ; 

How well it seems to suit her still — 
Old, and yet ever new. 

3 'Tis the same story still 
Of sin and weariness, 

Of grace and love yet flowing down 
To pardon and to bless. 

4 No wider is the gate, 
No broader is the way. 

No smoother is the ancient path, 
That leads to light and day. 

5 Thus onward still we press 
Through evil and through good, 

Through pain and poverty and want, 
Through peril and through blood. 

G Still faithful to our God, 
And to our Captain true, 

We follow where He leads the way, 
The kingdom in our view. 

Horatius Bonar 


Dear Saviour, we are Thine, 

By everlasting bands ; 
Our names, our hearts, we would resign, 

Our souls, into Thy hands. 

2 To Thee we still would cleave 
With ever-growing zeal ; 

If millions tempt us Christ to leave, 
let them ne'er prevail ! 

3 Thy Spirit shall unite 

Our souls to Thee, our Head ; 
Shall form in us Thine image bright, 
That we Thy paths may tread. 

4 Death may our souls divide 
From these abodes of clay ; 

But love shall keep us near Thy side, 
Through all the gloomy way. 

5 Since Christ and we are one, 
Why should we doubt or fear ? 

If He in heaven has fixed His throne, 
He'll fix His members there. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 


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From all Thy saints in warfare, 

For all Thy saints at rest, 
To Thee, blessed Jesus, 

All praises be addressed. 
Thou, Lord, didst win the battle 

That they might conquerors be ; 
Their crowns of living glory 

Are lit with rays from Thee. 

2 Apostles, prophets, martyrs, 
And all the sacred throng, 

Who wear the spotless raiment, 
Who raise the ceaseless song ; 

For these, passed on before us, 

Saviour, we Thee adore, 
And, walking in their footsteps, 

Would serve Thee more aud more. 

3 Then praise we God the Father, 

And praise we God the Son, 
And God the Holy Spirit, 

Eternal Three in One; 
Till all the ransomed number 

Fall down before the throne, 
And honor, power, and glory 

Ascribe to God alone. 

Earl Nelson 1867 


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Give me the wings of faith, to rise 

Within the veil, and see 
The saints above, how great their joys, 

How bright their glories be. 

2 Once they were mourning here below, 
And wet their couch with tears; 

They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 

3 I ask them whence their victory came ! 
They, with united breath, 

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
Their triumph to His death. 

4 They marked the footsteps that He trod ; 
His zeal inspired their breast ; 

And following their incarnate God, 
Possess the promised rest. ' 

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, 
For His own pattern given, 

While the long cloud of witnesses 
Show the same path to heaven. 

Isaac Watts 1709 

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The Church's one foundation 

Is Jesus Christ her Lord ; 
She is His new creation 

By water and the word : 
From heaven He came and sought her 

To be His holy bride ; 
With His own blood He bought her, 

And for her life He died. 

2 Elect from every nation, 

Yet one o'er all the earth, 
Her charter of salvation, 

One Lord, one faith, one birth; 
One holy name she blesses, 

Partakes one holy food, 
And to one hope she presses, 

With every grace endued. 

3 'Mid toil and tribulation, 
And tumult of her war, 

She waits the consummation 
Of peace for evermore ; 

Till, with the vision glorious, 
Her longing eyes are blest, 

And the great Church victorious 
Shall be the Church at rest. 

4 Yet she on earth hath union 
With God the Three in One, 

And mystic sweet communion 
With those whose rest is won: 

happy ones and holy ! 
Lord, give us grace that we 

Like them, the meek and lowly, 
On high may dwell with Thee. 

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People of the living God, 

I have sought the world around, 

Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 

Peace and comfort nowhere found. 

2 Now to you my spirit turns, 
Turns, a fugitive unblessed ; 

Brethren, where your altar burns, 
receive me into rest. 

3 Lonely I no longer roam, 

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave : 
Where you dwell shall be my home, 
Where you die shall be my grave. 

4 Mine the God whom you adore. 
Your Redeemer shall be mine; 

Earth can fill my heart no more, 
Every idol I resign. 

James Montgomery 1825 


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Onward goes the pilgrim band, 
Singing songs of expectation, 

Marching to the Promised Land. 
And before us, through the darkness, 

Gleaming clear the guiding light; 
Brother clasps the hand of brother, 

And steps fearless through the night. 

2 One the strain which mouths of thousands 

Lift as from the heart of one; 
One the conflict, one the peril, 

One the march in God begun; 

One the gladness of rejoicing 

On the resurrection shore, 
With one Father o'er us shining 

In His love for evermore. 

3 Go we onward, pilgrim brothers, 

Visit first the cross and grave, 
Where the cross its shadow flingeth, 

Where the boughs of cypress wave. 
Then, a shaking as of earthquakes, 

Then, a rending of the tomb, 
Then, a scattering of all shadows, 

And an end of toil and gloom. 

Bernhard Ingenian 1825 Tr. by Sabine Baring-Gould 1867 

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Hail ! Thou God of grace and glory, 

Who Thy name hast magnified, 
By redemption's wondrous story, 

By the Saviour crucified ; 
Thanks to Thee for every blessing, 

Flowing from the fount of love ; 
Thanks for present good unceasing, 

And for hopes of bliss above. 

2 Hear us, as thus bending lowly, 
Near Thy bright and burning throne, 

We invoke Thee, God most holy, 
Through Thy well-beloved Son ; 

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Send the baptism of Thy Spirit, 

Shed the pentecostal fire ; 
Let us all Thy grace inherit, 

Waken, crown each good desire. 

3 Bind Thy people, Lord, in union, 

With the sevenfold cord of love ; 
Breathe a spirit of communion 

With the glorious hosts above ; 
Let Thy work be seen progressing; 

Bow each heart, and bend each knee, 
Till the world, Thy truth possessing, 

Celebrates its jubilee. 

Thomas William Aveling 1844 


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Who are these like stars appearing, 
These, before God's throne who stand? 

Each a golden crown is wearing, 
Who are all this glorious band? 

Hallelujah ! hark, they sing, 

Praising loud their heavenly King. 

2 These are they who have contended 
For their Saviour's honor long, 

Wrestling on till life was ended, 
Following not the sinful throng : 

These, who well the fight sustained, 

Triumph through the Lamb have gained. 

3 These are they whose hearts were riven, 
Sore with woe and anguish tried, 

Who in prayer full oft have striven 

With the God they glorified : 
Now, their painful conflict o'er, 
God has bid them weep no more. 

4 Lo, the Lamb Himself now feeds them, 
On Mount Zion's pastures fair; 

From His central throne He leads them 

By the living fountain there : 
Lamb and Shepherd, Good Supreme, 
Free He gives the cooling stream. 

Heinrich Theobald Schenck Tr, by Frances Elizabeth Cox 1841 


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Thy name, Jesus, be forever blessed: 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! 

And hearts are brave again, and arms are 

2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress and 6 The golden evening brightens in the west ; 

their might; _ ^ 1^5 Soon,soon to faithful warriors comes Thy rest; 

Thou, Lord, their captain m the well-fought gweet is the calm of Paradise the blest> 
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true 

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The saints triumphant rise in bright array ; 

3 may Thy soldiers,faithful,true,and bold, The King of glory pasges on Hig 

Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, 

And win with them the victor's crown of 8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's 
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We feebly struggle, they in glory shine ; « Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! " 

Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. wiinam waisham How i8 54 


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Beneath the shadow of the cross, 
As earthly hopes remove, 

His new commandment Jesus gives, 
His blessed word of love. 

2 bond of union, strong and deep ! 
bond of perfect peace ! 

Not e'en the lifted cross can harm 
If we but hold to this. 

3 Then, Jesus, be Thy Spirit ours, 
And swift our feet shall move 

To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, 
And the sweet tasks of love. 

Samuel Longfellow 1848 





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Daughter of Zion, from the dust 

Exalt thy fallen head ; 
Again in thy Redeemer trust : 

He calls thee from the dead. 

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, 
Thy beautiful array ; 

The day of freedom dawns at length, 
The Lord's appointed day. 

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, 
And send thy heralds forth j 

Say to the South, " Give up thy charge, 
And keep not back, North.'' 

4 They come, they come : thine exiled bands, 
Where'er they rest or roam, 

Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
And hasten to their home. 

James Montgomery i8sj 


Great God, the nations of the earth 

Are by creation Thine ; 
And in Thy works, by all beheld, 

Thy radiant glories shine. 

2 But, Lord, Thy greater love has sent 
Thy gospel to mankind, 

Unveiling what rich stores of grace 
Are treasured in Thy mind. 

3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread 
The spacious earth around, 

Till every tribe, and every soul, 
Shall hear the joyful sound 1 

4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 
To spread the gospel's rays, 

And build on sin's demolished throne 
The temples of Thy praise. 

Thomas Gibbons 1769 



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still in accents sweet and strong 
Sounds forth the ancient word, 

1 More reapers for white harvest fields, 
More laborers for the Lord ! " 

2 We hear the call ; in dreams no more 
In selfish ease we he, 

But girded for our Father's work, 
Go forth beneath His sky. 

3 Where prophets' word, and martyrs' blood, 
And prayers of saints were sown, 

We, to their labors entering in, 

Would reap where they have strown. 

4 Thou whose call our hearts has stirred ! 
To do Thy will we come ; 

Thrust in our sickles at Thy word, 
And bear our harvest home. 

Samuel Longfellow 1864 


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From dust, and darkness, and the dead : 
Though humbled long, awake at length, 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
And let thy various charms be known : 
The world thy glories shall confess, 
Decked in the robes of righteousness. 

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread ; 
No more shall hell's insulting host 
Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 

4 God from on high thy groans will hear ; 
His hand thy ruins shall repair; 

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
To guard thee in eternal peace. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 




Arm of the Lord, awake, awake; 
Put on Thy strength, the nations shake ; 
And let the world, adoring, see 
Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee. 

2 Say to the heathen from Thy throne, 
" I am Jehovah, God alone !" 

Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
And cast their altars to the ground. 

3 No more let human blood be spilt, 
Vain sacrifice for human guilt; 
But to each conscience be applied 
The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 

4 Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim 
In every clime, of every name, 

Till adverse powers before Thee fall, 
And crown the Saviour, Lord of all. 

William Shrubsole 1795 


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Let it ech-o o'er the sea: Now is come the promised hour; Jesus reigns with glorious pow'r. 

Wake the song of jubilee ; 

Let it echo o'er the sea : 

Now is come the promised hour ; 

Jesus reigns with glorious power. 

2 All ye nations, join and sing, 

Praise your Saviour, praise your King: 

Let it sound from shore to shore, 
" Jesus reigns for evermore! " 
3 Hark, the desert lands rejoice; 
And the islands join their voice: 
Joy! the whole creation sings, 
" Jesus is the King of kings!" 

Leonard Bacon 1823 




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Traveller, ages are its own, 
See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 

3 "Watchman, tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn : 
Traveller, darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home : 
Traveller, lo, the Prince of Peace, 

Lo, the Son of God is come ! 

John Bow-ring 1825 


Watchman, tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are : 
Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height, 

See that glory-beaming star ! 
Watchman, does its beauteous ray 

Aught of joy or hope foretell? 
Traveller, yes ; it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman, tell us of the night; 

Higher yet that star ascends : 
Traveller, blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 


J. Goss 


The harvest dawn is near, The year de-lays not long; And he who sows with many a tear, Shall reap with many a song. 

The harvest dawn is near, 
The year delays not long; 

And he who sows with many a tear, 
Shall reap with many a song. 

2 Sad to his toil he goes, 

His seed with weeping leaves; 

But he shall come at twilight's close, 
And bring his golden sheaves. 

George Burgess 1839 

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In pity look on those who stray, 
Benighted, in this land of light. 

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, 

In crowded mart, by stream or sea, 
How many of the sons of men 
Hear not the message sent from Thee. 

3 Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call 
The thoughtless young, the hardened old, 

A scattered, homeless flock, till all 
Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold. 

4 Send them Thy mighty word to speak, 
Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, 

To awe the bold, to stay the weak, 
And bind and heal the broken heart. 

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, 
That make us sadden as we gaze, 

Shall grow with living waters green, 
And lift to heaven the voice of praise. 

William Cullen Bryant 1840 





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2 From mountain, lake and plain, 
And far pacific shore, 

Let echo send it back again, 
And sound it o'er and o'er ! 

3 Lord, help each willing heart, 
Each consecrated hand, — 

Awake us all to do our part 
To save our native land ! 

4 Lord, forgive our sin, — 
Stay Thine avenging rod ! 

And grant Thy children grace to win 
Our native land for God ! 

Susan Ketcham Bourne 

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Loud let the anthem ring 

Where once the pilgrims trod;- 

Let every Christian patriot sing, 
" Our native land for God !" 






Fling out the banner : let it float 

Skyward and seaward, high and wide 

The sun, that lights its shining folds, 
The cross, on which the Saviour died. 

2 Fling out the banner : angels bend 
In anxious silence o'er the sign, 

And vainly seek to comprehend 
The wonder of the love divine. 

3 Fling out the banner : heathen lands 
Shall see from far the glorious sight ; 

And nations, crowding to be born, 
Baptize their spirits in its light. 

4 Fling out the banner : let it float 
Skyward and seaward, high and wide : 

Our glory only in the cross, 
Our only hope, the Crucified. 

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5 Fling out the banner: wide and high, 

Seaward and skyward let it shine ; 
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours; 

We conquer only in that sign. 

George Washington Doane x8. 


Soon may the last glad song arise 
Through all the millions of the skies, 
That song of triumph, which records 
That all the earth is now the Lord's. 

2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be 
Obedient, mighty God, to Thee ; 

And over land, and stream, and main, 
Wave Thou the sceptre of Thy reign. 

3 that the anthem now might swell, 
And host to host the triumph tell, 
That not one rebel heart remains, 
But over all the Saviour reigns. 

Mrs. Voke 1816 



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Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does His successive journeys run ; 
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For Him shall endless prayer be made ; 
And praises throng to crown His head ; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on His love with sweetest song; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on His name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; 
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; 
The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Where He displays His healing power, 
Death and the curse are known no more ; 
In Him the tribes of Adam boast 

More blessings than their father lost. 

6 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King; 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud Amen. 

Isaac Watts 1719 


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Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes : 

See heaven its sparkling portals wide dis- 

And break upon thee in a flood of day. 

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, 
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, 
In crowding ranks on every side arise, 
Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 

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3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, 
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend : 
See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate 

While every land its joyous tribute brings. 

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke 

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; 
But fixed His word, His saving power remains; 
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. 

Alexander Pope 1720 

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Christ for the world we sing ; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With loving zeal ; 
The poor, and them that mourn, 
The faint and overborne, 
Sin-sick and sorrow worn, 

Whom Christ doth heal. 

2 Christ for the world we sing ; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With fervent prayer: 
The wayward and the lost, 
By restless passion tossed, 
Redeemed, at countless cost, 

From dark despair. 

3 Christ for the world we sing j 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With one accord ; 
With us the work to share, 
With us reproach to dare, 
With us the cross to bear, 

For Christ our Lord. 

4 Christ for the world we sing ; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With joyful song ; 
The new-born souls, whose days, 
Reclaimed from error's ways, 
Inspired with hope and praise, 

To Christ belong. 

Samuel Wolcott 1869 

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Life-giving, holy Dove, 

Speed forth Thy flight: 
Move o'er the water's face, 
Bearing the lamp of grace, 
And in earth's darkest place 

" Let there be light." 

4 Blessed and holy Three, 
Glorious Trinity, 

Wisdom, Love, Might; 
Boundless as ocean's tide, 
Rolling in fullest pride, 
Through the world, far and wide, 

" Let there be light." 

John Marriott 1813 


Thou, whose almighty word 
Chaos and darkness heard, 

And took their flight ; 
Hear us, we humbly pray, 
And where the gospel's day 
Sheds not its glorious ray, 

" Let there be light." 
2 Thou, who didst come to bring 
On Thy redeeming wing 

Healing and sight, 
Health to the sick in mind, 
Sight to the inly blind, 
0, now to all mankind 

"Let there be light." 


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Sweet reign of light and love, 

Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, 
And wisdom from above. 

2 Over our spirits first 
Extend Thy healing reign ; 

There raise and quench the sacred thirst 
That never pains again. 

3 Come, kingdom of our God, 
And make the broad earth Thine; 

Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod 
That flowers with grace divine. 

4 Soon may all tribes be blest 
With fruit from life's glad tree ; 

And in its shade, like brothers, rest, 
Sons of one family. 

5 Come, kingdom of our God, 
And raise the glorious throne 

In worlds by the undying trod, 
When God shall bless His own. 

John Johns 1837 


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When shall the voice of sing - ing Flow joy-fol - ly 

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Pro-claim the con-test end-ed, And Him who once was slain, A-gain to earth de-scend-ed, In right-eous-ness to reign? 

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WHEN shall the voice of singing 

Flow joyfully along, 
When hill and valley, ringing 

With one triumphant song, 
Proclaim the contest ended, 

And Him who once was slain, 
Again to earth descended, 

In righteousness to reign ? 

2 Then from the craggy mountains 

The sacred shout shall fly ; 
And shady vales and fountains 

Shall echo the reply : 
High tower and lowly dwelling 

Shall send the chorus round, 
All " Hallelujah " swelling 

In one eternal sound. 

James Edmeston 1822 


How beauteous, on the mountains, 

The feet of him that brings, 
Like streams from living fountains, 

Good tidings of good things ; 
That publisheth salvation, 

And jubilee release, 
To every tribe and nation, 

God's reign of joy and peace. 

2 Lift up thy voice, watchman! 

And shout, from Zion's towers, 
Thy hallelujah chorus, — 

" The victory is ours ! " 

The Lord shall build up Zion 

In glory and renown, 
And Jesus, Judah's lion, 

Shall wear His rightful crown. 

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness ; 

waste Jerusalem ! 
Let songs, instead of sadness, 

Thy jubilee proclaim; 
The Lord, in strength victorious, 

Upon thy foes hath trod ; 
Behold, earth ! the glorious 

Salvation of our God ! 

Benjamin Gough 1865 


that the Lord's salvation 

Were out of Zion come, 
To heal His ancient nation, 

To lead His outcasts home. 
How long the Holy City 

Shall heathen feet profane ? 
Return, Lord, in pity ; 

Rebuild her walls again. 

2 Let fall Thy rod of terror, 

Thy saving grace impart; 
Roll back the veil of error, 

Release the fettered heart. 
Let Israel, home returning, 

Her lost Messiah see ; 
Give oil of joy for mourning, 

And bind Thy Church to Thee. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 


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In every land unfurled, 
And be the shout, "Hosanna!" 

Re-echoed through the world: 
Till every isle and nation, 

Till every tribe and tongue, 
Receive the great salvation, 

And join the happy throng. — Cho. 
2 What though the embattled legions 

Of earth and hell combine ? 
His power, throughout their regions, 

Shall soon resplendent shine : 

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And join the happy throng. 

Ride on, Lord, victorious, 

Immanuel, Prince of peace ; 
Thy triumph shall be glorious, 

Thine empire still increase. — Cho. 
3 Yes, Thou shalt reign for ever, 

Jesus, King of kings : 
Thy light, Thy love, Thy favor, 

Each ransomed captive sings : 
The isles for Thee are waiting, 

The deserts learn Thy praise, 
The hills and valleys, greeting, 

The song responsive raise. — Cho. 

Thomas Hastings 1828 

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He comes to break op-pres-sion, To setthecaptive free, To take away transgression, And rule in *eq-ui - ty. 


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Hail to the Lord's Anointed, 

Great David's greater Son ! 
Hail, in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 He comes with succor speedy 
To those who suffer wrong; 

To help the poor and needy, 
And bid the weak be strong; 

To give them songs for sighing, 
Their darkness turn to light, 

Whose souls condemned and dying, 
"Were precious in His sight. 

3 He shall come down like showers, 
Upon the fruitful earth, 

And love and joy, like flowers, 
Spring in His path to birth: 

Before Him on the mountains 
Shall peace, the herald, go ; 

And righteousness in fountains 
From hill to valley flow. 

4 For Him shall prayer unceasing 
And daily vows ascend ; 

His kingdom still increasing, 
A kingdom without end : 

The tide of time shall never 
His covenant remove ; 

His name shall stand forever, 
That name to us is Love. 

James Montgomery 


The morning light is breaking; 

The darkness disappears; 
The sons of earth are waking 

To penitential tears; 
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 

Brings tidings from afar, 
Of nations in commotion, 

Prepared for Zion's war. 

2 See heathen nations bending 
Before the God we love, 

And thousand hearts ascending 

In gratitude above ; 
While sinners, now confessing, 

The gospel call obey, 
And seek the Saviour's blessing — 

A nation in a day. 

3 Blest river of salvation ! 
Pursue thine onward way ; 

Flow thou to every nation, 
Nor in thy richness stay : 

Stay not till all the lowly 
Triumphant reach their home : 

Stay not till all the holy 

Proclaim — "The Lord is come!" 

Samuel F. Smith 183a 


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Church of God, go forward! 

The wilderness thy way ; 
Let not thy footsteps falter, 

Nor in thy march delay. 
Earth is no place for resting ; 

We sojourn but awhile. 
Then follow Christ more closely, 

Encouraged by His smile. 
2 Church of God, go forward ; 

The Land of Promise see, 
Soon will we cross the Jordan, 

And in fair Canaan be. 

The heavenly home before us, 

Why should we tarry here 1 
Although the way seems tedious, 

Eternal joy is near. 
3 'Tis God who says " Go forward" 

Thy pathway through the sea, 
Beside the smoking Sinai, 

Along the flowery lea. 
Soon thou wilt stand on Nebo, 

Thy weary wanderings o'er; 
Then spring from earth to heaven, 

With Christ for evermore. 

Peter Stryker 185 


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With the sweet word of peace 

We bid our brethren go ; 

Peace, as a river to increase, 

And ceaseless flow. 

2 With the calm word of prayer 
We earnestly commend 

Our brethren to Thy watchful care, 
Eternal Friend! 

3 With the dear word of love 
We give our brief farewell ; 

Our love below, and Thine above, 
With them shall dwell. 

4 With the strong word of faith 
We stay ourselves on Thee : 

That Thou, Lord, in life and death 
Their help shalt be. 

5 Then the bright word of hope 
Shall on our parting gleam, 

And tell of joys beyond the scope 
Of earthborn dream. 

6 Farewell ! in hope, and love, 

In faith, and peace, and prayer; 
Till He, whose home is ours above, 
Unite us there ! 

George Watson 1867 








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From Greenland's icy mountains, 

From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand : 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 

Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile : 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown, 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Can we, whose souls are lighted 
With wisdom from on high, 

Can we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny ? 
Salvation, salvation! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learned Messiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, 
And you, ye waters, roll, 

Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to polej 

Till, o'er our ransomed nature, 
The Lamb for sinners slain, 

Redeemer, King, Creator, 
In bliss returns to reign. 

Reginald Heber 1819 


Our country's voice is pleading, 

Ye men of God, arise ! 
His providence is leading, 

The land before you lies ; 
Day-gleams are o'er it brightening, 

And promise clothes the soil; 
Wide fields, for harvest whitening, 

Invite the reaper's toil. 

2 Go where the waves are breaking 
On California's shore, 

Christ's precious gospel taking, 
More rich than golden ore ; 

On Alleghany's mountains, 
Through all the western vale, 

Beside Missouri's fountains, 
Rehearse the wondrous tale. 

3 The love of Christ unfolding, 
Speed on from east to west, 

Till all, His cross beholding, 

In Him are fully blessed. 
Great Author of salvation, 

Haste, haste the glorious day, 
When we, a ransomed nation, 

Thy scepter shall obey ! 

Maria Frances Anderson 1848 




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Swift messengers before Thy face, 
The heralds of Thy wondrous grace, 
Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come. 

2 Send men whose eyes have seen the King; 
Men in whose ears His sweet words ring; 
Send such Thy lost ones home to bring ; 

Send them where Thou wilt come. 

3 To bring good news to souls in sin ; 
The bruised and broken hearts to win; 
In every place to bring them in ; 

Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come. 




4 Thou who hast died, Thy victory claim ; 
Assert, Christ, Thy glory's name ! 

And far to lands of pagan shame, 
Send men where Thou wilt come. 

5 Gird each one with the Spirit's sword, 
The sword of Thine own deathless word ; 
And make them conquerors,conquering Lord, 

Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come. 

6 Raise up, Lord the Holy Ghost, 
From this broad land a mighty host, 
Their war-cry, "We will seek the lost, 

Where Thou, Christ, wilt come ! " 

Mrs. Merrill E. Gates 1889 


H. J. Gauntlett 

Father of all, from land and sea The nations sing, " Thine, Lord, are we, Countless in number, but in Thee May we be one.' 



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The nations sing, " Thine, Lord, are we, 
Countless in number, but in Thee 
May we be one." 

2 Son of God, whose love so free 
For men did make Thee Man to be, 
United to our God in Thee, 

May we be one. 

3 Thou, Lord, didst once for all atone; 
Thee may both Jew and Gentile own 


Of their two walls the Corner-Stone, 
Making them one. 

4 Join high and low, join young and old, 
In love that never waxes cold ; 

Under one Shepherd, in one fold, 
Make us all one. 

5 So, when the world shall pass away, 
May we awake with joy and say, 
"Now in the bliss of endless day 

We are all one." 

Christopher Wordsworth 1862 

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Saviour, sprinkle many nations, 

Fruitful let Thy sorrows be ; 
By Thy pains and consolations, 

Draw the Gentiles unto Thee : 
Of Thy cross, the wondrous story, 

Be it to the nations told ; 
Let them see Thee in Thy glory, 

And Thy mercy manifold. 
2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, 

Pants for Thee each mortal breast ; 
Human tears for Thee are flowing, 

Human hearts in Thee would rest, 

Thirsting, as for dews of even, 

As the new-mown grass for rain j 
Thee, we seek, as God of heaven, 

Thee as Man for sinners slain. 
3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting, [sight, 

Stretched the hand, and strained the 
For Thy Spirit, new creating 

Love's pure flame and wisdom's light : 
Give the word, and of the preacher 

Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, 
Till on earth by every creature 

Glory to the Lamb be sung. 

Arthur Cleveland Coxe 1851 

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Christians, up ! the day is breaking, 

Gird your ready armor ou ; 
Slumbering hosts around are waking, 

Rouse ye ! in the Lord be strong ! 
While ye sleep or idly linger, 

Thousands sink, with none to save ; 
Hasten ! Time's unerring finger 

Points to many an open grave. 

2 Hark! unnumbered voices crying, 
" Save us, or we droop and die! " 

Succor bear the faint and dying, 
On the wings of mercy fly : 

Lead them to the crystal fountain 
Gushing with the streams of life ; 

Guide them to the sheltering mountain, 
For the gale with death is rife. 

3 See the blest millennial dawning! 

Bright the beams of Bethlehem's star ; 
Eastern lands, behold the morning ; 

Lo! it glimmers from afar: 
O'er the mountain-top ascending, 

Soon the scattered light shall rise, 
Till, in radiant glory blending, 

Heaven's high noon shall greet our eyes. 

Elbert Stothoif Porter 1846 

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On the mountain's top appearing, 
Lo, the sacred herald stands, 

Welcome news to Zion bearing, 
Zion long in hostile lands: 

Mourning captive, 
God, Himself will loose thy bands. 

2 Has thy night been long and mournful? 

Have thy friends unfaithful proved I 
Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 

By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? 

Cease thy mourning ; 
Zion still is well beloved. 

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; 

He Himself appears thy Friend ; 
All thy foes shall flee before thee ; 

Here their boasts and triumphs end : 
Great deliverance 

Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 

Thomas Kelly 1806 



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Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ; 
Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning; 

Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 

2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, 
Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ; 

Hail to the millions from bondage returning; 
Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold. 

3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing; 
Streams ever copious are gliding along ; 

Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing; 
Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song. 

4 See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean, 
Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ; 

Fallen are the engines of war and commotion ; 
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. 

Thomas Hastings 1832 



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Wake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no 

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Rise, for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 

2 Strong were thy foes ; but the arm that 

subdued them, [far: 

And scattered their legions, was mightier 


They fled like the chaff from the scourge that 

pursued them ; [of war. 

Vain were their steeds and their chariots 

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath 

saved thee, [should be ; 

Extolled with the harp and the timbrel 

Shout, for the foe is destroyed that enslaved 

thee ; [free. 

The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is 

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Hark ! the song of jubilee, 

Loud as mighty thunders roar. 
Or the fulness of the sea, 

When it breaks upon the shore: 
Hallelujah ! for the Lord 

God Omnipotent shall reign ; 
Hallelujah ! let the word 

Echo round the earth and main. 

2 Hallelujah ! hark, the sound, 
From the centre to the skies, 

Wakes above, beneath, around, 

All creation's harmonies. 
See Jehovah's banners furled, 

Sheathed His sword: He speaks; 'tis 
And the kingdoms of this world 

Are the kingdoms of His Son. 

3 He shall reign from pole to pole 
With illimitable sway ; 

He shall reign, when, like a scroll 
Yonder heavens have passed away, 

Then the end ; beneath His rod 

Man's last enemy shall fall : 
Hallelujah! Christ in God, 

God in Christ, is All in all. 

James Montgomery 1819 

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Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, 

When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
Every nation, every clime, 

Shall the gospel call obey. 
Mightiest kings His power shall own, 

Heathen tribes His name adore j 
Satan and his host o'erthrown, 

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 

2 Then shall wars and tumults cease, 

Then be banished grief and pain ; 
Righteousness, and joy, and peace, 

Undisturbed shall ever reign. 
Time shall sun and moon obscure, 

Seas be dried, and rocks be riven, 
But His reign shall still endure, 

Endless as the days of heaven. 

Harriet Auber 1829 

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Hail the dayspring from on high ! 
3 Lord of every tribe and nation, 

Spread Thy truth from pole to pole ! 
Spread the light of Thy salvation, 
Till it shine on every soul : 
Hail the dayspring from on high ! 

Anon. 1823 

Christian, see, the orient morning 
Breaks along the heathen sky ; 

Lo ! the expected day is dawning, 
Glorious dayspring from on high : 

Hail the dayspring from on high ! 

2 Zion's Sun, salvation beaming, 
Gilding now the radiant hills. 

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O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 

Cheered by no celestial ray, 
Sun of righteousness, arising, 

Bring the bright, the glorious day : 
Send the gospel 

To the earth's remotest bound. 
2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, 

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 
And from eastern coast to western 

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And redemption, 
Freely purchased, win the day ! 
3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel, 

Win and conquer, never cease; 
May thy lasting, wide dominion 
Multiply and still increase ; 

Sway Thy sceptre, 
Saviour, all the world around ! 

William Williams 1772 

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Hosanna to the living Lord ! 
Hosanna to the Incarnate Word : 
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, 
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing! 

2 Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry; 
Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply; 
Above, beneath us, and around, 
The dead and living swell the sound. 

3 Saviour! with protecting care, 
Return to this Thy house of prayer : 

Assembled in Thy sacred name, 
Here we Thy parting promise claim ! 

4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, 
Eternal! bid Thy Spirit rest, 

And make our secret soul to be 
A temple pure, and worthy Thee ! 

5 So, in the last and dreadful day, 
When earth and heaven shall melt away, 
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, 
Shall swell the sound of praise again. 

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Alleluia! Fairest morning! 

Fairer than our words can say! 
Down we lay the heavy burden 

Of life's toil and care to-day; 
While this morn of joy and love 
Brings fresh vigor from above. 

2 Sun-day, full of holy glory! 

Sweetest rest-day of the soul! 
Light upon a world of darkness 

From the blessed moments roll! 
Holy, happy, heavenly day, 
Thou canst charm our grief away. 

3 Let the da}* with Thee be ended, 
As with Thee it has begun; 

And Thy blessing, Lord, be granted, 
Till earth's days and weeks are done; 

That, at last, Thy servants may 

Keep eternal Sabbath-day. 

Jonathan Krause Tr. by Jane Borthwick 1853 


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Now is breaking 
O'er the earth another day : 
Come, to Him who made this splendor, 
See thou render 
All thy feeble strength can pay. 

2 Gladly hail the sun returning: 

Ready burning 
Be the incense of thy powers : 
For the night is safely ended j 

God hath tended 
With His care thy helpless hours. 

3 Think that He thy ways beholdeth. 

He unfoldeth 
Every fault that lurks within ; 

He the hidden shame glossed over 
Can discover, 
And discern each deed of sin. 

4 Mayest thou on life's last morrow, 

Free from sorrow, 
Pass away in slumber sweet ; 
And, released from death's dark sadness, 
Rise in gladness, 
That far brighter Sun to greet. 

5 Only God's free gifts abuse not, 

Light refuse not, 
But His Spirit's voice obey ; 
Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding 
Light enfolding 
All things in unclouded day. 

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Hath lit his fires on high, 
The farther on his journey, 

The higher in the sky ; 
And when again he sinketh 

Beneath the western wave, 
A radiant crown of glory 

Shall kindle o'er his grave. 

2 May we to whom in mercy 
A brighter light is given, 

The farther on our journey, 
The nearer be to heaven ; 

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And when the shades of evening 
Shall lengthen o'er our heads, 

May rays of heavenly glory 
Illume our dying beds. 

3 Shine ! shine ! Thou Sun Eternal, 

And cast a ray divine 
On those who hymn Thy praises, 

Both now and ever shine ; 
For, then, no cloud of evening 

Shall gather round the past, 
But Thou, Christ, shalt light us 

Safe Home, — safe Home at last. 

Godfrey Thring 1864 


Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, 
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee : 

Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, 
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee. 

2 Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows, 
The solemn hush of nature newly born ; 

Alone with Thee, in breathless adoration, 
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. 

3 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, 
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer; 

Sweet the repose, beneath Thy wings o'ershadowing, 
But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee there. 

4 So shall it be at last, in that bright morning, 
When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee ; 

! in that hour, and fairer than day's dawning, 
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee ! 

Harriet Beecher Stowe 1835 


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Lord God of morning and of night, 
We thank Thee for Thy gift of light; 
As in the dawn the shadows fly 
We seem to find Thee now more nigh. 

2 Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart, 
Fresh force to do our daily part ; 

Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore, 
A thousand-fold to serve Thee more. 

3 Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue, 
Oft what we would we cannot do ; 

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But on the soul thick midnight lies. 

4 Lord of lights, 'tis Thou alone 

Canst make our darkened hearts Thine own; 
Though this new day with joy we see, 
dawn of God, we cry for Thee. 

5 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ; 
Praise Him through time, till time shall end ; 
Till psalm and song His name adore 
Through heaven's great day of Evermore 

Francis Turner Palgrave 1867 

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Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part, 
Who, all night long, unwearied sing 
High praise to the eternal King. 

3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, 
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept. 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; 
Disperse my sins as morning dew; 
Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
And with Thyself my spirit fill. 

5 Direct, control, suggest this day, 
All I design, or do, or say; 

That all my powers, with all their might, 
In Thy sole glory may unite. 

Thomas Ken 1697 


New every morning is the love 
Our wakening and uprising prove ; 
Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
Restored to life, and power, and thought. 

2 New mercies, each returning day, 
Hover around us while we pray ; 
New perils past, new sins forgiven, 

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 

3 If, on our daily course our mind 
Be set to hallow all we find, 

New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

4 Only, Lord, in Thy dear love 
Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
And help us, this and every day, 
To live more nearly as we pray. 

John Keble 1827 



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Trib-ute with the ear- ly day; ForThy mercies, Lord, aresure ; Thy com-pas-sion doth en -dure. 

Every morning mercies new 
Fall as fresh as morning dew; 
Every morning let us pay 
Tribute with the early day; 
For Thy mercies, Lord, are sure ; 
Thy compassion doth endure. 

2 Still the greatness of Thy love 
Daily doth our sin remove ; 
Daily, far as east from west, 
Lifts the burden from the breast ; 
Gives unbought to those who pray 
Strength to stand in evil day. 

3 Let our prayers each morn prevail, 
That these gifts may never fail ; 
And, as we confess the sin, 

And the tempter's power within, 
Feed us with the bread of life ; 
Fit us for our daily strife. 

4 As the morning light returns, 
As the sun with splendor burns, 
Teach us still to turn to Thee, 
Ever blessed Trinity. 

With our hands our hearts to raise, 
In unfailing prayer and praise. 

Greville Phillimore 1868 


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Christ, whose glory fills the skies, 
Christ, the true, the only Light, 

Sun of righteousness arise, 

Triumph o'er the shades of night: 

Dayspring from on high, be near; 

Daystar, in my heart appear. 

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn. 

Unaccompanied bj T Thee ; 
Joyless is the day's return, 

Till Thy mercy's beams I see : 
Till they inward light impart, 
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 

3 Visit then this soul of mine, 

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; 

Fill me, Radiancy divine, 
Scatter all my unbelief : 

More and more Thyself display, 

Shining to the perfect day. 

Charles Wesley 174c 


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Brightness of the Father's glory, 
Dawn on ns, that we may see 

Clouds and darkness flee before Thee. 
Drive afar, with conquering might, 

All our night. 
2 Let Thy grace, like morning dew, 

Fall on hearts in Thee confiding, 
Thy sweet comfort, ever new, 

Fill our souls with strength abiding ; 
And Thy quickening eyes behold 

Thy dear fold. 
3 Lead us to the golden shore, 

Thou rising Sun of morning, 
Lead where tears shall flow no more, 

Where all sighs to songs are turning, 
Where Thy glory sheds alway 
Perfect day. 

Christian Knorr von Rosenroth 1684 
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Sun of grace, the shadows flee, 

Brighten Thou my sabbath morning ! 
With Thy joyous sunshine blest, 
Happy is my day of rest. 
2 Fount of all our joy and peace, 

To Thy living waters lead me j 
Thou from earth my soul release, 

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And with grace and mercy feed me ; 
Bless Thy word that it may prove 
Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. 
3 Let me with my heart to-day, 

" Holy, holy, holy," singing, 
Rapt awhile from earth away, 

All my soul to Thee up -springing, 
Have a foretaste inly given, 
How they worship Thee in heaven. 

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Now,when the terrors of the dark are fleeting, waking, 

Lord, we lift our thankful hearts to Thee : And shades of evil from its splendors flee, 

Safe may we rise, this earth's dark vale 
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O Strength and Stay upholding all creation, ending 

Who ever dost Thyself unmoved abide, An eve unt ; uched by shadows of decay, 

Yet day by day the light in due gradation The brightness of a ho i y dea thbed blending 

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The morning light salutes mine eyes, 

Sun of righteousness divine, 

On me with beams of mercy shine : 

Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, 

And turn my darkness into day. 

2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King 

My morning sacrifice I bring, 

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, 

Ask mercy in my Saviour's name, 
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with Thy blood, 
And be my Advocate with God. 
3 When each day's scenes and labors close 
And wearied nature seeks repose, 
With pardoning mercy richly blest, 
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest; 
And as each morning sun shall rise, 
lead me onward to the skies. 

William Shrubsole 1813 


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Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver 
Us, now and ever. 

Bohemian Brethren, ab. 1530 Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1858 


Now God be with us, for the night is closing; 
The light and darkness are of His disposing, 
And 'neath His shadow we to rest may 
yield us, 
For He will shield us. 

2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us ; 
Till morning cometh, watch, Father, o'er 

In soul and body Thou from harm defend us ; 
Thine angels send us. 

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When the troubled, seeking peace, 

On Thy name shall call ; 
When the sinner, seeking life, 

At Thy feet shall fall:— Rep. 

2 When the worldling, sick at heart, 
Lifts his soul above ; 

When the prodigal looks back 

To his Father's love ; 
When the proud man, in his pride,. 

Stoops to seek Thy face ; 
When the burdened brings his guilt 

To Thy throne of grace :— Rep. 

3 When the stranger asks a home, 
All his toils to end ; 

When the hungry craveth food, 

And the poor a friend ; 
When the sailor on the wave 

Bows the fervent knee ; 
When the soldier on the field 

Lifts his heart to Thee :— Ref. 

4 When the man of toil and care 
In the city crowd ; 

When the shepherd on the moor 

Names the name of God ; 
When the learned and the high, 

Tired of earthly fame, 
Upon higher joys intent, 

Name the blessed name: — Rep. 

5 When the child, with grave fresh lip, 
Youth or maiden fair ; 

When the aged, weak and grey, 

Seek Thy face in prayer ; 
When the widow weeps to Thee, 

Sad and lone and low ; 
When the orphan brings to Thee 

All his orphan woe : — Ref. 

6 When creation, in her pangs, 
Heaves her heavy groan ; 

When Thy Salem's exiled sons 

Breathe their bitter moan ; 
When Thy widowed, weeping Church 

Looking for a home, 
Sendeth up her silent sigh — 

" Come, Lord Jesus, come." — Ref. 

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At evening time let there be light ; 
Life's little day draws near its close j 

Around me fall the shades of night, 
The night of death, the grave's repose j 
To crown my joys, to end my woes, 

At evening time let there be light ; 

2 At evening time let there be light ; 

Stormy and dark hath been my day j 
Yet rose the morn benignly bright, 

Dews, birds, and flowers cheered all the 
for one sweet, one parting ray ! [way ; 
At evening time let there be light. 

3 At evening time there shall be light ; 

For God hath said,— " So let it be!" 
Fear, doubt, and anguish, take their flight, 

His glory now is risen on me; 

Mine eyes shall His salvation see ; 
'Tis evening time, and there is light. 

James Montgomery r828 

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Now we lay us down to rest ; 
Through the silent watches guard us, 
Let no foe our peace molest ; 
Jesus, Thou our guardian be ; 
Sweet it is to trust in Thee. 

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2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, 

Dwelling in the midst of foes ; 
Us and ours preserve from dangers; 
In Thine arms may we repose ; 
And, when life's short day is past, 
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Comes again the evening hour; 
Light has vanished, labors cease, 
Weary creatures rest in peace. 
Thou, whose genial dews distil 
On the lowliest weed that grows, 
Father, guard our bed from ill, 
Lull Thy children to repose. 
We to Thee ourselves resign, 
Let our latest thoughts be Thine. 
2 Saviour, to Thy Father bear 
This our feeble evening prayer ; 
Thou hast seen how oft to-day 
We like sheep have gone astray ; 
Worldly thoughts, and schemes of pride, 
Wishes to Thy cross untrue, 
Secret faults, and undescried 
Meet Thy spirit-searching view. 
Blessed Saviour, yet through Thee, 
Grant that these may pardoned be. 


3 Holy Spirit, let Thy balm, 
Fall on us in evening's calm ; 
Yet awhile, before we sleep, 
We with Thee will vigils keep. 
Lead us on our sins to muse, 
Give us truest penitence ; 
Then the love of God infuse, 
Breathing humble confidence ; 
Melt our spirits, mould our will, 
Soften, strengthen, comfort still. 

4 In our solitude be near, 
Through the hours of darkness drear ; 
Then when shrinks the lonely heart, 
Thou, God, most present art. 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Watch o'er our defenceless head j 

Let Thy angels' guardian host 
Keep all evil from our bed j 
Till the flood of morning rays 
Wakes us to a song of praise. 

Joseph Anstice 1836 

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The hours of day are over, 

The evening calls us home ; 
Once more to Thee, Father, 

With thankful hearts we come ; 
For all Thy countless blessings 

We praise Thy holy name, 
And own Thy love unchanging, 

Through days and years the same. 

2 For this, Lord, we bless Thee, 
For this, we thank Thee most, 

The cleansing of the sinful, 
The saving of the lost; 

The Teacher ever present, 

The Friend for ever nigh, 
The home prepared by Jesus 

For us above the sky. 

3 Lord, gather all Thy children 

To meet Thee there at last, 
When earthly tasks are ended, 

And earthly days are past ; 
With all our dear ones round us 

In that eternal home, 
Where death no more shall part us, 

And night shall never come ! 

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Would calmly rest, 

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Whate'er betide ; 

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In Him to all beside. 

6 Thus would I live : yet now 
Not I, but He, 

In all His power and love, 
Henceforth alive in me. 

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The daylight dies, 
Let love awake, and pay 

Her evening sacrifice. 

2 As Christ upon the cross 
His head inclined, 

And to His Father's hands, 
His parting soul resigned; 

3 So now herself my soul 
Would wholly give 

Into His sacred charge, 
In whom all spirits live; 


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Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide 
with me. 

4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : 
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. 
Where is Death's sting ? Where, Grave, thy 

victory ? 
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 

5 Hold Thou Thy crossbef ore my closing eyes, 
Shine through the gloom, and point me to 

the skies; [shadows flee; 

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 
In life, in death, Lord, abide with me. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1847 


Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide; 
The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : 
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, abide with me. 

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass a- 

Change and decay in all around I see ; 
Thou who changest not, abide with me. 

3 I need Thy presence every passing hour ; 
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's 



When the day of toil is done, When the race of life is 

Father, grant Thy wearied one_ 

When the day of toil is done, 
When the race of life is run, 
Father, grant Thy wearied one 
Rest for evermore ! 

2 When the strife of sin is stilled, 
When the foe within is killed, 

Be Thy gracious word fulfilled, 
Peace for evermore ! 

3 When the darkness melts away 
At the breaking of the day, 

Bid us hail the cheering ray ; — 
Light for evermore ! 

4 When the heart by sorrow tried 
Feels at length its throbs subside, 
Bring us, where all tears are dried, 

Joy for evermore ! 

5 When for vanished days we yearn, 
Days that never can return, 

Teach us in Thy love to learn 
Love for evermore ! 

6 When the breath of life is flown, 
When the grave must claim its own, 
Lord of life ! be ours Thy crown- 
Life for evermore ! 

John Ellerton 1871 

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Holy Father, cheer our way 
With Thy love's perpetual ray: 
Grant us every closing day 
Light at evening-time. 

2 Holy Saviour, calm our fears 
When earth's brightness disappears: 
Grant us in our later years 
Light at evening-time. 

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Grant us, as we come to die, 

Light at evening-time. 

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Light at evening-time. 

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Night is drawing nigh; 

Shadows of the evening 
Steal across the sky ; 

2 Jesus, grant the weary 
Calm and sweet repose ; 

With Thy tenderest blessing 
May our eyelids close. 

3 Grant to little children 
Visions bright of Thee ; 

Guard the sailors tossing 
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4 Comfort every sufferer 
Watching late in pain; 

Those who plan some evil 
From their sins restrain. 

5 Through the long night-watches 
May Thine angels spread 

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Watching round my bed. 

6 When the morning wakens 
Then may I arise 

Pure, and fresh, and sinless 
In Thy holy eyes. 

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Folds a - bout earth's beat - ing heart, Bids the wea - ry day de - part. 

Soft the dews of evening fall, 
Twilight, with its friendly pall 
Folds about earth's beating heart, 
Bids the weary day depart. 
Through the cool and darkling air, 
Father ! hear our evening prayer. 

2 All the long, bright, busy day, 
Toil has worn our strength away ; 
Trembling limbs and furrowed brow, 
At the mercy-seat we bow. 
Thou canst lift each weight of care, 
Father ! hear our evening prayer ! 

3 We are faint ! Temptations strong, 
In a vast and rapid throng, 

Oft our sinking souls assail — 
Let them not, Lord, prevail. 
Be our guard in every snare — 
Father! hear our evening prayer! 

4 Keep us till morn's rosy gleam 
Wakens us from happy dream ; 
Give us daily strength and peace, 
Till life's days and nights shall cease- 
Then — Thy final rest to share — 
Father ! hear our evening prayer ! 

Mary Virginia Terhune 1889 



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And all my cares and sorrows cast 
On Him whom I adore. 

4 I love, by faith, to take a view 
Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 

The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 
May its departing ray 

Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

Phoebe Hinsdale Brown 1818 


1 love to steal awhile away 
From every cumbering care, 

And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

2 I love, in solitude, to shed 
The penitential tear ; 

And all His promises to plead 
Where none but God can hear. 

3 I love to think on mercies past, 
And future good implore ; 


Now from labor and from care 
Evening hours have set me free, 

In the work of praise and prayer, 
Lord, I would converse with Thee : 

behold me from above, 

Fill me with a Saviour's love. 

2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe 
Wither all my earthly joys; 

Naught can charm me here below, 

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But my Saviour's melting voice ; 
Lord, forgive, Thy grace restore, 
Make me Thine for evermore. 
3 For the blessings of this day, 

For the mercies of this hour, 
For the gospel's cheering ray, 

For the Spirit's quickening power, 
Grateful notes to Thee I raise : 
accept my song of praise. 

Thomas Hastings 1831 


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With humble gratitude I raise ; 
let Thy mercy tune my tongue, 

And fill my heart with lively praise. 
2 My days, unclouded as they pass, 

And every gently rolling hour, 
Are monuments of wondrous grace, 

And witness to Thy love and power. 

3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 
Of Jesus; His dear name alone 

I plead for pardon, gracious God, 
And kind acceptance at Thy throne. 

4 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; 
With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; 

Safe in Thy care may I repose, 

And wake with praises to Thy name. 

Anne Steele 1760 


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The day is done, the hours of labor past ; 
The night's dark shadows deepen all a- 
round ; 
The day is over ; rest has come at last. 
2 And so our life to even-tide draws nigh, 
Our days of change their course have 
almost run ; 


And soon the storms of winter will be past, 
And then comes summer, and the un- 
setting sun. 
3 And in that holier world of joy and peace, 

Our sun shall rise upon a land so blest, 
That none in this poor world have words to 
tell [rest. 

How great the joy of that pure heavenly 

Edward Husband 1871 

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May Thine angel-guards de-fend us,Slum-ber sweet Thy mer-cy sendus,Ho-ly dreams and hopes at-tend us,This live-long night. 


God, that madest earth and heaven, 

Darkness and light ; 
Who the day for toil hast given, 

For rest the night: 
May Thine angel-guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 

This livelong night. 


2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 

And, when we die, 
May we in Thy mighty keeping, 

All peaceful lie : 
When the last dread trump shall wake us, 
Do not Thou, Our God, forsake us, 
But to reign in glory take us 

With Thee on high. 

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Lord, who by Thy presence hast made light No more is needed tQ lete rest 

The heat and burden of the toilsome day, 

Be with me also in the silent night, 4 Come, then, Lord, and deign to be my 

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Shall forever pass away : 
Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 
All of man's infirmity ; 

Then, from Thine eternal throne, 
Jesus, look with pitying eye. 

George Washington Doane 1824 


Softly now the light of day 
Fades upon my sight away : 
Free from care, from labor free, 
Lord, I would commune with Thee. 

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 
Naught escapes, without, within, 
Pardon each infirmity, 
Open fault, and secret sin. 


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Fainter,and yet more faint,the sunlight glows: Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms 
Brightness of Thy Father's glory, Thou, assail, 

Eternal Light of light, be with us now ; And earthly hopes, and human succors fail : 

"Where Thou art present, darkness cannot be ; When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh, 
Midnight is glorious noon, Lord, with Thee. And hear Thy voice, " Fear not, for it is I." 

2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end; 4 The weary world is mouldering to decay, 
Onward to darkness and to death we tend : Its glories wane, its pageants fade away ; 
Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our guide, In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall, 
Be Thou our light in death's dark eventide ; May we arise, awakened by Thy call, 
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, With Thee, Lord, for ever to abide 
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. In that blest day which has no eventide. 

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Inspirer and Hearer of prayer, 

Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine, 

My all to Thy covenant care, 
I, sleeping or waking, resign. 

2 If Thou art my Shield, and my Sun, 
The night is no darkness to me ; 

And, fast as my minutes roll on, 
They bring me but nearer to Thee. 

3 A sovereign Protector I have, 
Unseen, yet forever at hand ; 

Unchangeably faithful to save, 
Almighty to rule and command. 

4 His smiles and His comforts abound, 
His grace, as the dew, shall descend ; 

And walls of salvation surround 
The soul He delights to defend. 

Augustus Montague Toplady 1774 




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4 Be Thou our souls' preserver, 
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At even, ere the sun was set, 

The sick, Lord, around Thee lay; 

in what divers pains they met, 
with what joy they went away. 

2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we, 
Oppressed with various ills, draw near; 

What if Thy form we cannot see ? 

We know and feel that Thou art here. 

3 Saviour Christ, our woes dispel ; 
For some are sick, and some are sad, 

And some have never loved Thee well, 
And some have lost the love they had. 

4 And none, Lord, have perfect rest, 
For none are wholly free from sin ; 

And they who fain would serve Thee best, 
Are conscious most of wrong within. 

5 Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man ; 
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; 

Thy kind but searching glance can scan 
The very wounds 'that shame would hide. 

6 Thy touch has still its ancient power, 
No word from Thee can fruitless fall ; 

Hear in this solemn evening hour, 
And in Thy mercy heal us all. 

Henry Twells 1868 


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Great God who knowest each man's need, 
Bless Thou our watch and guard our sleep ; 

Forgive our sins of thought and deed, 
And in Thy peace Thy servants keep. 

2 We thank Thee for the day that's done, 
We trust Thee for the days to be ; 

Thy love we learn in Christ Thy Son — 
may we all His glory see ' 

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My God, how endless is Thy love: 
Thy gifts are every evening new ; 

And morning mercies from above, 
Gently distil like early dew. 

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 
Great guardian of my sleeping hours; 

Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 

3 I yield my powers to Thy command ; 
To Thee I consecrate my days; 

Perpetual blessings from Thy hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

Isaac Watts 1709 





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Again, as evening's shadow falls, 
We gather in these hallowed walls ; 
And evening hymn and evening prayer 
Rise mingling on the holy air. 

2 May struggling hearts, that seek release, 
Here find the rest of God's own peace ; 
And, strengthened here by hymn and prayer, 
Lay down the burden and the care. 

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3 O God our Light, to Thee we bow; 
Within all shadows standest Thou : 
Give deeper calm than night can bring, 
Give sweeter songs than life can sing. 

4 Life's tumult we must meet again, 
We cannot at the shrine remain ; 
But in the spirit's secret cell, 

May hymn and prayer for ever dwell. 

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To trust His love for all. 

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Hail, tranquil hour of closing day, 

Begone, disturbing care ; 
And look, my soul, from earth away 

To Him who heareth prayer. 

2 How sweet the tear of penitence, 
Before His throne of grace, 

4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, 
Beyond this fading sky, 

And hear Him call His children up 
To His fair home on high. 

5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven 
To dawn beyond the west ; 

So let my soul, in life's last even, 
Retire to glorious rest. 

Leonard Bacon 1845 



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The swift de-clin-ing day, How fast its moments fly! While evening's broad and gloom- y shade Gains on the western sky. 


The swift declining day, 

How fast its moments fly ! 
While evening's broad and gloomy shade 

Gains on the western sky. 

2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, 
And use the hours of light; 

And know, its Maker can command 
At once eternal night. 

3 Give glory to the Lord, 

Who rules the whirling sphere : 
Submissive at His footstool bow, 
And seek salvation there. 

4 Then shall new lustre break 
Through death's impending gloom, 

And lead you to unchanging light 
In your celestial home. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 


To-morrow, Lord, is Thine, 
Lodged in Thy sovereign hand ; 

And if its sun arise and shine, 
It shines by Thy command. 

2 The present moment flies, 
And bears our life away ; 

make Thy servants truly wise, 
That they may live to-day. 

3 Since on this winged hour 
Eternity is hung, 

Waken, by Thine almighty power, 
The aged and the young. 

4 One thing demands our care, 
be it still pursued ; 

Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
Should never be renewed. 

5 To Jesus may we fly, 
Swift as the morning light, 

Lest life's young golden beams should die 
In sudden, endless night. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 


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Glory to Thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light ; 
Keep me, keep me, King of kings, 
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 
The ill that I this day have done ; 
That with the world, myself, and Thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed; 

Teach me to die, that so I may 
Rise glorious at the awful day. 

4 may my soul on Thee repose; 
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, 
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
To serve my God when I awake. 

5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow; 
Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. ' 

Thomas Ken 1697 



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The radiant morn hath passed away, 

And spent too soon her golden store ; 
The shadows of departing day- 
Creep on once more. 

2 Our life is but an autumn day, 
Its glorious noon how quickly past ; 

Lead us, Christ, Thou living Way, 
Safe home at last. 

3 by Thy soul-inspiring grace 
Uplift our hearts to realms on high ; 

Help us to look to that bright place 
Beyond the sky, 

4 Where light, and life, and joy, and peace, 
In undivided empire reign, 

And thronging angels never cease 
Their deathless strain ; 

5 Where saints are clothed in spotless white, 
And evening shadows never fall, 

Where Thou, eternal Light of light, 
Art Lord of all. 

Godfrey Thring 1866 


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The day, Lord, is spent, 

Abide with us, and rest ; 
Our hearts' desires are fully bent 

On making Thee our guest. 

2 We have not reached that land, 
That happy land, as yet, 

Where holy angels round Thee stand, 
Whose sun can never set. 

3 Our sun is sinking now, 
Our day is almost o'er; 

Sun of righteousness, do Thou 
Shine on us evermore. 

John Mason Neale 1844 


The day is past and gone, 
The evening shades appear; 

may I ever keep in mind, 
The night of death draws near. 

2 Lord, keep me safe this night, 
Secure from all my fears ; 

May angels guard me while I sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 

3 And when I early rise, 

To view the unwearied sun, 
May I set out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

4 And when my days are past 
And I from time remove, 

may I in Thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of Thy love. 

John Leland 1792 


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Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus, 

While we breathe our evening prayer ; 

Save us from all harm and danger, 
Take us 'neath Thy sheltering care. 

2 Shield us from the wiles of Satan, 
From the perils of this night ; 

Safely may Thy guardian angels 
Keep us in their watchful sight. 

3 Gentle Jesus ! look in pity 
From Thy glorious throne above j 

Though we sleep, Thy heart is wakeful, 
Still for us it beats with love. 

4 Shades of evening fast are falling, 
Day is fading into gloom ; 

When our earthly life is ended, 

Lead Thy ransomed children home. 

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Tarry with me, my Saviour ! 

For the day is passing by j 
See ! the shades of evening gather, 

And the night is drawing nigh. 

2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 
Paler now the glowing west, 

Swift the night of death advances ; 
Shall it be the night of rest? 

3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, 
Lord, I cast myself on Thee ; 

Tarry with me through the darkness ; 
While I sleep, still watch by me. 

4 Tarry with me, my Saviour ! 
Lay my head upon Thy breast, 

Till the morning ; then awake me, 
Morning of eternal rest ! 

Caroline Sprague Smith 1852 

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Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 

Ere repose our spirits seal ; 
Sin and want we come confessing, 

Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 
2 Though destruction walk around us, 

Though the arrows past us fly, 
Angel-guards from Thee surround us, 

We are safe, if Thou art nigh. 

3 Though the night be dark and dreary, 
Darkness cannot hide from Thee ; 

Thou art He who, never weary, 
Watchest where Thy people be. 

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 
And our couch become our tomb. 

May the morn in heaven awake us, 
Clad in light and deathless bloom. • 

James Edmeston 1820 




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Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if Thou be near : 
O may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep, 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast. 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without Thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die. 

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine 
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, 
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
Let him no more lie down in sin. 

5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor 
With blessings from Thy boundless store ; 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 

Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 

6 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take ; 
Till in the ocean of Thy love, 
We lose ourselves in heaven above. 

John Keble 1827 


Thus far the Lord has led me on, 

Thus far His power prolongs my days; 

And every evening shall make known 
Some fresh memorial of His grace. 

2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 

But He forgives my follies past, 

And gives me strength for days to come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep ; 
Peace is the pillow for my head, 

While well-appointed angels keep 

Their watchful stations round my bed. 

4 Faith in His name forbids my fear ; 
may Thy presence ne'er depart; 

And, in the morning, make me hear 
The love and kindness of Thy heart. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



Now, on land and sea descending, 
Brings the night its peace profound; 

Let our vesper hymn be blending 
With the holy calm around. 

2 Soon as dies the sunset glory, 
Stars of heaven shine out above, 

Telling still the ancient story, — 
Their Creator's changeless love. 

3 Now, our wants and burdens leaving 
To His care who cares for all, 

Cease we fearing, cease we grieving : 
At His touch our burdens fall. 

4 As the darkness deepens o'er us, 
Lo ! eternal stars arise ; 

Hope and faith and love rise glorious, 
Shining in the spirit's skies. 

Samuel Longfellow 1859 


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This night, Lord, we bless Thee For Thy pro-tect-ingcare, And, ere we rest, ad-dress Thee In low-ly, fer- vent prayer: 

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This night, Lord, we bless Thee 

For Thy protecting care, 
And, ere we rest, address Thee 

In lowly, fervent prayer : 
From evil and temptation 

Defend us through the night, 
And round our habitation 

Be Thou a wall of light. 

2 On Thee our whole reliance 
From day to day we cast, 

To Thee, with firm affiance, 
Would cleave from first to last; 

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To Thee, through Jesus' merit, 
For needful grace we come, 

And trust that Thy good Spirit 
Will guide us safely home. 

3 What may be on the morrow 

Our foresight cannot see ; 
But be it joy or sorrow, 

We know it comes from Thee. 
And nothing can take from us, 

Where'er our steps may move, 
The staff of Thy sure promise, 

The shield of Thy true love. 

James Drummond Bums 1856 


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The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, 
The darkness falls at Thy behest ; 

To Thee our morning hymns ascended, 
Thy praise shall hallow now our rest. 

2 We thank Thee that Thy Church un- 

While earth rolls onward into light, 
Through all the world her watch is keeping, 
And rests not now by day or night. 

3 As o'er each continent and island 
The dawn leads on another day, 


The voice of prayer is never silent, 
Nor dies the strain of praise away. 

4 The sun, that bids us rest, is waking 
Our brethren 'neath the western sky, 

And hour by hour fresh lips are making 
Thy wondrous doings heard on high. 

5 So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall 

Like earth's proud empires, pass away ; 
But stand, and rule, and grow for ever, 
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway. 

John Ellerton 1870 


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Star of morn and even, 
Sun of heaven's heaven, 
Saviour high and dear, 
Toward us turn Thine ear; 
Through whate'er may come, 
Thou canst lead us home. 

3 Saviour pure and holy, 
Lover of the lowly, 
Sign us with Thy sign, 
Take our hands in Thine, 
Take our hands and come, 
Lead Thy children home. 

2 Though the gloom be grievous, 
Those we leant on leave us, 
Though the coward heart 
Quit its proper part, 
Though the tempter come, 
Thou wilt lead us home. 

4 Star of morn and even, 
Shine on us from heaven ; 
From Thy glory -throne 
Hear Thy very own : 
Lord and Saviour, come, 
Lead us to our home. 

Francis Turner Palgrave 


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Onward then, and fear not, Children of the 

For His word shall never, Nev-er pass a - way. 

Standing at the portal 

Of the opening year, 
Words of comfort meet ns, 

Hushing every fear; 
Spoken through the silence 

By our Father's voice, 
Tender, strong, and faithful, 

Making us rejoice. — Cho. 

2 "I, the Lord, am with thee, 

Be thou not afraid ! 
I will keep and strengthen, 

Be thou not dismayed ! 


Yea, I will uphold thee 
With My own right hand 

Thou art called and chosen 
In My sight to stand." — Cho. 

3 He will never fail us, 

He will not forsake ; 
His eternal covenant 

He will never break ! 
Resting on His promise, 

What have we to fear 1 
God is all-sufficient 

For the coming year. — Cho. 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1873 

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>d, we sing that mighty hand, The opening year Thy mercy shows; 

By which supported still we stand : Let mercy crown it till it close. 


Great God, we sing that mighty hand, 
By which supported still we stand : 
The opening year Thy mercy shows; 
Let mercy crown it till it close. 

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
Still we are guarded by our God ; 
By His incessant bounty fed, 
By His unerring counsel led. 

3 With grateful hearts the past we own, 
The future, all to us unknown, 

We to Thy guardian care commit, 
And peaceful leave before Thy feet. 

4 In scenes exalted or depressed, 

Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest; 
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
Adored through all our changing days. 

Philip Doddridge 174 

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Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 

Never more to meet us here : 
Fixed in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below ; 
We a little longer wait, 

But how little none can know. 

2 As the winged arrow flies 
Speedily the mark to find ; 

As the lightning from the skies 
Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; 

Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
Bear us down life's rapid stream: 

Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, 
All below is but a dream. 

3 Thanks for mercies past receive j 

Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us henceforth how to live 

With eternity in view : 
Bless Thy word to young and old; 

Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
And when life's short tale is told 

May we dwell with Thee above. 

John Newton 1779 

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Break, new-born year, on glad eyes break ! 

Melodious voices move ! 
On, rolling Time ! Thou canst not make 

The Father cease to love. 

2 Our hearts in tears may oft run o'er; 
But, Lord, Thy smile still beams ; 

Our sins are swelling evermore ; 
But pardoning grace still streams. 

3 Lord, from this year more service win, 
More glory, more delight ! 

make its hours less sad with sin, 
Its days with Thee more bright ! 

4 Then we may bless its precious things, 
If earthly cheer should come ; 

Or gladsome mount on angel wings, 
If Thou wouldst take us home. 

5 golden then the hours must be ! 
The year must needs be sweet : 

Yes, Lord, with happy melody 
Thine opening grace we greet. 

Thomas Homblower Gill 1855 


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Summer suns are glowing 

Over land and sea, 
Happy light is flowing 

Bountiful and free. 
Every thing rejoices 

In the mellow rays, 
All earth's thousand voices 

Swell the psalm of praise. 

2 God's free mercy streameth 

Over all the world, 
And His banner gleameth 

Everywhere unfurled. 
Broad and deep and glorious 

As the heaven above, 
Shines in might victorious 

His eternal Love. 

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3 Lord, upon our blindness, 
Thy pure radiance pour; 

For Thy loving-kindness 
Make us love Thee more. 

And when clouds are drifting 
Dark across our sky, 

Then, the veil uplifting, 
Father, be Thou nigh. 

4 We will never doubt Thee, 
Though Thou veil Thy light: 

Life is dark without Thee ; 

Death with Thee is bright. 
Light of light ! Shine o'er us 

On our pilgrim way, 
Go Thou still before us 

To the endless day. 

William Walsham How 1864 

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Eternal Source of every joy, 
Well may Thy praise our lips employ, 
While in Thy temple we appear, 
To hail Thee, Sovereign of the year. 

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
Thy hand supports and guides the whole ; 
The sun is taught by Thee to rise, 

And darkness when to veil the skies. 

3 The flowery spring, at Thy command, 
Perfumes the air and paints the land ; 
The summer rays with vigor shine, 

To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 

4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
Through all our coasts redundant stores; 
And winters, softened by Thy care, 

No more a face of horror wear. 

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
Demand successive songs of praise ; 

And be the grateful homage paid, 
With morning light and evening shade. 

6 Here in Thy house let incense rise, 
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes; 
Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
Where days and years revolve no more. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

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Come, ye thankful people, come, 
Raise the song of Harvest-home ! 
All is safely gathered in, 
Ere the winter storms begin ; 
God our Maker doth provide 
For our wants to be supplied: 
Come to God's own temple, come : 
Raise the song of Harvest-home! 

2 All the world is God's own field, 
Fruit unto His praise to yield; 
Wheat and tares together sown, 
Unto joy or sorrow grown: 
First the blade, and then the ear, 
Then the full corn shall appear: 
Lord of Harvest, grant that we 
Wholesome grain and pure may be! 

3 For the Lord our God shall come, 
And shall take His harvest home ; 
From His field shall in that day 
All offences purge away ; 

Give His angels charge at last 
In the fire the tares to cast; 
But the fruitful ears to store 
In His garner evermore. 

4 Even so, Lord, quickly come 
To Thy final Harvest-home ! 
Gather Thou Thy people in 
Free from sorrow, free from sin : 
There, forever purified, 

In Thy presence to abide : 

Come, with all Thine angels, come: 

Raise the glorious Harvest-home ! 

Henry Alford 1844 



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To Thee, Lord, our hearts we raise 

In hymns of adoration, 
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise 

With shouts of exultation : 
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, 

The hills with joy are ringing, 
The valleys stand so thick with corn 

That even they are singing. 

2 And now on this our festal day, 

Thy bounteous hand confessing, 
Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay 

The first-fruits of Thy blessing. 
By Thee the souls of men are fed 

With gifts of grace supernal, 
Thou who dost give us earthly bread, 

Give us the Bread eternal. 

3 We bear the burden of the day, 
And often toil seems dreary ; 

But labor ends with sunset ray, 
And rest comes for the weary. 

May we, the angel-reaping o'er, 
Stand at the last accepted, 

Christ's golden sheaves for evermore 
To garners bright elected. 

4 0, blessed is that land of God, 
Where saints abide for ever ; 

Where golden fields spread far and broad, 
Where flows the crystal river : 

The strains of all its holy throng 
With ours to-day are blending; 

Thrice blessed is that harvest-song 
Which never hath an ending. 

William Chatterton Dix 1871 


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Earth below is teeming, 

Heaven is bright above ; 
Every brow is beaming 

In the light of love ; 
Every eye rejoices, 

Every thought is praise; 
Happy hearts and voices 

Gladden nights and days. 
Ref.— Almighty Giver! 

Bountiful and free, 
As the joy in harvest 
Joy we before Thee. 
2 For the sun and showers, 

For the rain and dew, 
For the nurturing hours 

Spring and Summer knew ; 

For the golden Autumn, 

And its precious stores, 
For the love that brought them 

Teeming to our doors. — Ref. 
3 Earth's broad harvest whitens 

In a brighter sun 
Than the orb that lightens 

All we tread upon ; 
Send out laborers, Father! 

Where fields ripening wave, 
All the nations gather, 

Gather in and save. 
Ref. — Almighty Giver! 

Bountiful and free, 
Then as joy in harvest 
We shall joy in Thee. 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863 

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Praise, praise the Lord of harvest, — 

Providence and Love ! 
Praise Him in His earthly temples, 

And above ! 
2 Sing Him thanks for all the bounties 

Of His gracious hand, 
Smiling peace and welcome plenty, 
O'er our land. 

3 Now the Church of God in patience 
Waits her Harvest-home, 

Till, with angels for His reapers, 
Christ shall come. 

4 May we all be safely gathered, 
At the Master's word, 

In the everlasting garner, 
With the Lord. 

James Hamilton 1865 

Gimes anD Seasons 

R. Redhead 

Here we, to-day, amidst our flowers 
And fruits, have come to own again 

The blessings of the summer hours, 
The early and the latter rain. 

2 To see our Father's hand once more 
Reverse for us the plenteous horn 

Of Autumn, filled and running o'er 

With fruit, and flower, and golden corn. 

3 Once more the liberal year laughs out 
O'er richer stores than gems or gold, 

Once more, with harvest song and shout, 
Is nature's bloodless triumph told. 

4 favors every year made new ! 

gifts with rain and sunshine sent ! 
The bounty overruns our due, 
The fulness shames our discontent. 

5 We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on ; 
We murmur, but the corn-ears fill ; 

We choose the shadow, but the sun 
That casts it shines behind us still. 

6 Then let these altars wreathed with flowers 
And piled with fruits, awake again 

Thanksgiving for the golden hours, 
The early and the latter rain. 

John Greenleaf Whittier 

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The God of Harvest praise, 
In loud thanksgivings raise 

Hand, heart, and voice; 
The valleys laugh and sing, 
Forests and mountains ring, 
The plains their tribute bring, 

The streams rejoice. 

2 Yea, bless His holy name, 

And joyous thanks proclaim 

Through all the earth ; 

To glory in your lot 
Is comely ; but be not 
God's benefits forgot 
Amidst your mirth. 

3 The God of Harvest praise ; 
Hands, hearts, and voices raise 

With one accord; 
From field to garner throng, 
Bearing your sheaves along, 
And in your harvest song 

Bless ye the Lord. 

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Christ, by heavenly hosts adored, 
Gracious, Mighty, Sovereign Lord, 
God of nations, King of kings, 
Head of all created things, 
By the Church with joy confessed, 
God o'er all forever blest ; 
Pleading at Thy throne we stand, 
Save Thy people, bless our land. 

2 On our fields of grass and grain 
Drop, O Lord, the kindly rain; 
O'er our wide and goodly land 
Crown the labors of each hand ; 


Let Thy kind protection be 
O'er our commerce on the sea ; 
Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand, 
Bless Thy people, bless our land. 

3 Let our rulers ever be 
Men that love and honor Thee ; 
Let the powers by Thee ordained, 
Be in righteousness maintained : 
In the people's hearts increase 
Love of piety and peace j 
Thus, united, we shall stand 
One wide, free, and happy land. 

Henry Harbaugh 18& 

Praise, praise our God and King, 
Hymns of adoration sing j 
For His mercies still endure 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 Praise Him that He made the sun 
Day by day his course to run ; 
And the silver moon by night, 
Shining with her gentle light. 

3 Praise Him that He gave the rain 
To mature the swelling grain ; 

And hath bid the fruitful field 
Crops of precious increase yield. 

4 Praise Him for our harvest-store, 
He hath filled the garner-floor; 
And for richer food than this, 
Pledge of everlasting bliss. 

5 Glory to our bounteous King j 
Glory let creation sing ; 

Glory to the Father, Son, 
And blest Spirit, Three in One. 

Henry Williams Baker 1861 


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Mighty God! while angels bless Thee, 

May a mortal sing Thy name ? 
Lord of men as well as angels, 

Thou art every creature's theme. 
Lord of every land and nation, 

Ancient of eternal days, 
Sounded through the wide creation 

Be Thy just and endless praise. 

2 For the grandeur of Thy nature, 

Grand beyond a seraph's thought ; 
For the wonders of creation, 

Works with skill and kindness wrought ; 
For Thy providence, that governs 

Through Thine empire's wide domain, 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow; 

Blessed be Thy gentle reign. 

3 For Thy rich, Thy free redemption, 
Bright, though veiled in darkness long, 

Thought is poor, and poor expression ; 

Who can sing that wondrous song? 
Brightness of the Father's glory, 

Shall Thy praise un uttered lie ? 
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence, 

Sing the Lord who came to die. 

4 From the highest throne of glory, 
To the cross of deepest woe, 

Thou didst stoop to ransom captives ; 

Flow, my praise, for ever flow: 
Re-ascend, Immortal Saviour! 

Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne, 
Thence return, and reign for ever, 

Be the kingdom all Thine own. 

Robert Robinson 1774 


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We plough the fields and scatter 

The good seed on the land, 
But it is fed and watered 

By God's almighty hand; 
He sends the snow in winter, 

The warmth to swell the grain, 
The breezes and the sunshine, 

And soft refreshing rain. 
Ref. — All good gifts around us 

Are sent from heaven above, 
Then thank the Lord, thank the Lord 
For all His love. 
2 He only is the Maker 
Of all things near and far ; 

He paints the wayside flower, 

He lights the evening star ; 
The winds and waves obey Him, 

By Him the birds are fed ; 
Much more to us, His children, 

He gives our daily bread. — Ref. 
3 We thank Thee then, Father, 

For all things bright and good, 
The seed-time and the harvest, 

Our life, our health, our food ; 
Accept the gifts we offer 

For all Thy love imparts, 
And what Thou most desirest, 

Our humble, thankful hearts. — Ref. 

Mathias Claudius 1782 Tr. by Jane Montgomery Campbell 1861 



Praise to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days ! 
Bounteous Source of every joy, 
Let Thy praise our tongues employ. 

2 For the blessings of the field, 
For the stores the gardens yield ; 
For the fruits in full supply, 
Ripened "neath the summer sky; 

3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ; 
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; 

Clouds that drop their fattening dews ; 
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse ; 

4 All that spring with bounteous hand 
Scatters o'er the smiling land ; 

All that liberal autumn pours 
From her rich o'erflowing stores : 

5 These to Thee, my God, we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow; 
And for these my soul shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

Anna Laetitia Barbauld 1773 


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And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song : 
Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all that breathe partake, 
Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

4 Our fathers' God, to Thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To Thee we sing: 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light ; 
Protect us by Thy might, 

Great God, our King. 

Samuel Francis Smith 1833 


My country 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing ; 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrims' pride, 
From every mountain side 

Let freedom ring. 

2 My native country, thee, 
Land of the noble free, 

Thy name I love ; 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills; 
My heart with rapture thrills 

Like that above. 

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Dread Jehovah, God of nations, 
From Thy temple in the skies, 

Hear Thy people's supplications, 
Now for their deliverance rise. 

2 Lo, with deep contrition turning, 
Humbly at Thy feet we bend ; 

Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning; 
Hear us, spare us, and defend. 

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, 
Long and loud for vengeance call, 

Thou hast mercy more abounding, 
Jesus' blood can cleanse from all. 

4 Let that love veil our transgression, 
Let that blood our guilt efface : 

Save Thy people from oppression, 
Save from spoil Thy holy place. 

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Firm may she ever stand, 

Through storm and night; 
When the wild tempests rave 
Ruler of wind and wave, 
Do Thou our country save 

By Thy great might. 

2 For her our prayer shall rise 
To God, above the skies; 

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Guarding with watchful eye, 
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And humbly with united cry 

To Thee for mercy call. 

2 Our fathers' sins were manifold, 
And ours no less we own ; 

Yet wondrously from age to age 
Thy goodness hath been shown. 

3 When dangers, like a stormy sea, 
Beset our country round, 

To Thee we looked, to Thee we cried, 
And help in Thee we found. 

4 With one consent we meekly bow 
Beneath Thy chastening hand, 

And pouring forth confession meet, 
Mourn with our mourning land. 

5 With pitying eye behold our need, 
As thus we lift our prayer ; 

Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord, 
Then let Thy mercy spare. 

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Give to us peace in our time, Lord! 

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Watching invisible, judging unheard! 

Save us in mercy, save us from danger; 
Give to us peace in our time, Lord ! 

3 God, the All-Merciful ! earth hath forsaken 
Thy ways all holy, and slighted Thy word : 

Let not Thy wrath in its terror awaken ; 
Give to us pardon and peace, Lord ! 

4 So will Thy people, with thankful devotion, 
Praise Him who saved them from peril 

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Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, 
Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord, 

Henry Fothergill Chorley 1854 


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4 And here Thy name, God of love, 
Their children's children shall adore, 

Till these eternal hills remove, 

And spring adorns the earth no more. 

Leonard Bacon 1838 


God, beneath Thy guiding hand, 
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea; 

And when they trod the wintry strand, 
With prayer and psalm they worshipped 

2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the 

Thy blessing came ; and still its power 
Shall onward, through all ages bear 

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God of our fathers. Whose almighty hand 
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band 
Of shining worlds in splendor thro* the skies. 
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise. 

2 Thy love divine hath led us in the past, 
In this free land by Thee our lot is cast j 
Be Thou our ruler, guardian, guide and stay, 
Thy word our law, Thy paths our chosen way. 

3 From war's alarms, from deadly pestilence, 
Be Thy strong arm our ever sure defence ; 
Thy true religion in our hearts increase, 
Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace. 

4 Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way, 
Lead us from night to never-ending day ; 
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine, 
And glory, laud and praise be ever Thine. 

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Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish, 
They fly to their Master, " Save, Lord, or we perish." 

2 Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, 
Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, 
Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish, 
Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish." 

Reginald Heber 1827 


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Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, 

Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep 

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O hear us when we cry to Thee 

For those in peril on the sea. 

2 Christ, whose voice the waters heard 
And hushed their raging at Thy word, 
Who walkedst on the foaming deep, 
And calm amid the storm didst sleep ; 
O hear us when we cry to Thee 
For those in peril on the sea. 


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3 Most Holy Spirit, who didst brood 
Upon the chaos dark and rude, 
And bid its angry tumult cease, 
And give, for wild confusion, peace ; 
O hear us when we cry to Thee 
For those in peril on the sea. 

4 Trinity of love and power, 

Our brethren shield in danger's hour ; 
From rock and tempest, fire and foe, 
Protect them wheresoe'er they go; 
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee 
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. 

William Whiting i860 

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Lord, be with us when we sail Up-onthelone-ly deep, Our guard when on the silent deck The nightly watch we keep, 


O Lord, be with us when we sail 

Upon the lonely deep, 
Our guard when on the silent deck 

The nightly watch we keep. 

2 We need not fear, though all around, 
'Mid rising winds, we hear 

The multitude of waters surge; 
For Thou, God, art near. 

3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm, 
The ocean and the land, 

All, all are Thine, and held within 
The hollow of Thy hand. 

4 As when on blue Gennesaret 
Rose high the angry wave, 

And Thy disciples quailed in dread, 
One word of Thine could save; 

5 So when the fiercer storms arise 
From man's unbridled will, 

Be Thou, Lord, present in our hearts 
To whisper, " Peace, be still." 

6 Across this troubled tide of life 
Thyself our pilot be, 

Until we reach that better land, 
The land that knows no sea. 

Edward Arthur Dayman 1871 

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Though the night be dark and drear, "All is well ! " Thy constant cheer. 

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Sweet it is, Lord, to know 
Thou hast pressed a sailor's pillow, 

And canst feel a sailor's woe : 
Never slumbering, never sleeping, 

Though the night be dark and drear, 
Thou the faithful watch art keeping, 

"All is well!" Thy constant cheer. 
2 And though loud the wind is howling, 

Fierce though flash the lightnings red, 
Though the storm-clouds dark are scowling 

O'er the sailor's anxious head : 

Thou canst calm the raging ocean, 

All its noise and tumult still, 
Hush the billow's wild commotion, 

At the bidding of Thy will. 
3 Thus our hearts the hope will cherish, 

While to heaven we lift our eyes, 
Thou wilt save us ere we perish, 

Thou wilt hear our faintest cries : 
And, though mast and sail be riven, 

Life's short voyage soon is o'er: 
Safely moored in heaven's wide haven, 

Storms and tempests vex no more. 

George Washington Bethune 1830 



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Safe upon the billowy deep, 
Loving Lord, Thy servants keep ; 
Helpless, trusting pilgrims they, 
Guard them on their watery way. 

2 In the morning fill their sails, 
'Mid the dark, send favoring gales ; 
If their sky be overcast, 

Calm the waves, and still the blast. 

3 Let Thy sunshine guide by day ; 
Send at eve the starry ray ; 


Through the watches of the night, 
Be Thou, Lord, their shining light. 

4 Thus as hour by hour rolls by 
Watch with Thine unslumbering eye 
Guide with Thine almighty hand 
Safe unto the haven-land. 

5 And at last, life's voyage o'er, 
Take us to the heavenly shore, 
Safe in port, to dwell with Thee 
Where there shall be "no more sea." 

Henry Coppee 1881 


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A throne without Thy blessing 

Were labor without rest, 
And cottages possessing 

Thy blessedness, are blest. 
3 God bless these hands united ! 

God bless these hearts made one ! 
Unsevered and unblighted 

May they through life go on : 
Here in earth's home preparing 

For the bright home above j 
And there for ever sharing 

It's joy where " God is Love." 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1862 


O Love divine and golden, 

Mysterious depth and height ! 
To Thee the world beholden, 

Looks up for life and light ; 
Love divine and gentle, 

The blesser and the blest ! 
Beneath Thy care parental 

The world lies down in rest. 
2 Love divine and tender, 

That through our homes dost move, 
Veiled in the softened splendor 

Of holy household love. 


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The voice that breathed o'er Eden, 
That earliest wedding day, 

The primal marriage blessing, 
It hath not passed away. 

2 Still in the pure espousal 
Of Christian man and maid, 

The holy Three are with us, 
The threefold grace is said. 

3 Be present, awful Father, 
To give away this bride, 

As Eve thou gav'st to Adam 
Out of his own pierced side : 

4 Be present, Son of Mary, 
To join their loving hands, 

As Thou didst bind two natures 
In Thine eternal bands ! 

5 Be present, holiest Spirit, 
To bless them as they kneel, 

As Thou, for Christ the Bridegroom, 
The heavenly Spouse dost seal ! 

6 Oh, spread Thy pure wing o'er them 
Let no ill power find place, 

When onward to Thy presence 
Their hallowed path they trace. 

John Keble 1857 

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That theirs may be the love which knows no ending, 
Whom Thou for evermore dost join in one. 

2 perfect Life, be Thou their full assurance 
Of tender charity and steadfast faith, 

Of patient hope, and quiet, brave endurance, 

With childlike trust that fears nor pain nor death. 

3 Grant them the joy which brightens earthly sorrow; 
Grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife, 

And to life's day the glorious unknown morrow 
That dawns upon eternal love and life. 

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All is bright and cheerful round us, If they all have so much beauty, 

All above is soft and blue; What must be God's land of rest, 

Spring at last hath come and found us ; Where His sons that do their duty, 

Spring and all its pleasures too: 
Every flower is full of gladness, 

Dew is bright, and buds are gay j 
Earth, with all its sin and sadness, 

Seems a happy place to-day. 
2 If the flowers that fade so quickly, 

If a day that ends in night, 
If the skies that clouds so thickly 

Often cover from our sight, 

After many toils are blest? 
3 There are leaves that never wither; 

There are flowers that ne'er decay : 
Nothing evil goeth thither ; 

Nothing good is kept away. 
They that came from tribulation, 

Washed their robes and made them white, 
Out of every tongue and nation, 

Now have rest, and peace, and light. 

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Nothing but the blossoms sweet, 

For the service of the suffering 
We would lay them at Thy feet. 

2 And we pray Thee to accept them, 
Frail and fading though they be, 

Thou dost count each service rendered 
To Thy sick, as done to Thee. 


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Bloom from the garden, and flowers from the field; 

Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou carest 
More for the love than the wealth that we yield. 

2 Send, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying, 
Speak to their hearts with a message of peace ; 

Comfort the sad, who in weakness are lying, 
Grant the departing a gentle release. 

3 Raise, Lord, to health again those who have sickened, 
Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom ; 

Give of Thy grace to the souls Thou hast quickened. 
Gladness for sorrow, and brightness for gloom. 

4 We, Lord, like flowers, must bloom and must wither; 
We, like these blossoms, must fade and must die ; 

Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom for ever, 
Grant us a place in Thy house in the sky. 

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Thine are all the gifts, God ! 

Thine the broken bread ; 
Let the naked feet be shod, 

And the starving fed. 
2 Let Thy children, by Thy grace, 

Give as they abound, 
Till the poor have breathing-space, 

And the lost are found. 

3 Wiser than the miser's hoards 
Is the giver's choice ; 

Sweeter than the song of birds 
Is the thankful voice. 

4 Welcome smiles on faces sad 
As the flowers of spring ; 

Let the tender hearts be glad 
With the joy they bring. 

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Once in royal David's city 

Stood a lowly cattle shed, 
Where a mother laid her Baby, 

In a manger for His bed: 
Mary was that mother mild, 
Jesns Christ her little Child. 

2 He came down to earth from heaven 
Who is God and Lord of all, 

And His shelter was a stable, 
And His cradle was a stall ; 
With the poor, and mean, and lowly, 
Lived on earth our Saviour holy. 

3 And, through all His wondrous childhood, 
He would honor and obey, 

Love, and watch the lowly maiden 

In whose gentle arms He lay; 
Christian children all must be 
Mild, obedient, good as He. 

4 For He is our childhood's pattern; 
Day by day like us He grew ; 

He was little, weak and helpless, 

Tears and smiles like us He knew; 
And He feeleth for our sadness, 
And He shareth in our gladness. 

5 And our eyes at last shall see Him, 
Through His own redeeming love; 

For that Child so dear and gentle 

Is our Lord in heaven above ; 
And He leads His children on 
To the place where He is gone. 

6 Not in that poor lowly stable, 
With the oxen standing by, 

We shall see Him; but in Heaven, 
Set at God's right hand on high ; 
When like stars His children crowned, 
All in white shall wait around. 

Cecil Frances Alexander 1848 




La^ib of God, I look to Thee ; 
Thou shalt my example be ; 
Thou art gentle, meek, and mild ; 
Thou wast once a little child. 

2 Thou didst live to God alone ; 
Thou didst never seek Thine own ; 
Thou Thyself didst never please; 
God was all Thy happiness. 

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3 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, 
In Thy gracious hands I am ; 
Make me, Saviour, what Thou art ! 
Live Thyself within my heart ! 

4 I shall then show forth Thy praise ; 
Serve Thee all my happy days; 
Then the world shall always see 
Christ, the Holy Child, in me. 

Charles Wesley 1763 

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6. Thornsform Thy di-a - dem, Rough wood Thy throne, For us Thy blood is shed, 

7. No pil- low un-der Thee To rest Thy head, On - ly the splintered cross 

8. What, O my Saviour! Here didst Thou see, WhichmadeTheesuffer and 

Son of man. 
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Is Thy bed. 

Unison. Harmony. 

9. O I will fol-low Thee, Star of my soul, Thro' the deep shades of life To the goal. 

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12. Grant thro' each day of life To stand by Thee; With Thee, when morningbreaks Ever to be. 



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I think when I read that sweet story of old, 
When Jesus was here among men, 

How He called little children like lambs to 
His fold, 
I should like to have been with Him then. 

1 wish that His hands had been placed on 

my head, 
That His arms had been thrown around me, 
And that I might have seen His kind look 
when He said, 
" Let the little ones come unto Me." 

2 Yet still to His footstool in prayer may I go, 
And ask for a share of His love ; 

And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, 
I shall see Him and hear Him above, 

In that beautiful place He has gone to pre- 

For all who are washed and forgiven ; 
And many dear children are gathering there, 

" For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 

3 But thousands and thousands who wander 
and fall 

Never heard of that beautiful home ; 
I should like them to know there is room for 
them all 

And that Jesus has bid them to come. 
I long for that blessed and glorious time, 

The fairest, the brightest, the best, 
When the dear little children of every clime 

Shall crowd to His arms and be blest. 

Jemima Luke 1853 



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What we each have now been taught, 

Let our memories retain ; 
May we, if we live, be brought 

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Tender Shepherd of Thy sheep, 

Let Thy mercy and Thy care 
All our souls in safety keep. 

John Newton 1779 

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We are soldiers of the cross, 

Ours the old, old story ; 
Counting all our gains as loss 

But the gain for glory. 
In the path our fathers trod 

With their faith unswerving ; 
Heroes of the Church of God, 

So would we be serving. 

2 As we raise our martial song, 
Courage ne'er abating, 

Angel bands, a holy throng, 
On our steps are waiting. 

Soon the journey will be o'er, 
Passed each dark affliction ; 

Let us think how Jesus bore 
Scourge and crucifixion. 

3 See the heavenly mansions bright 

Faithful hope adorning ! 
Far behind us looms the night, 

But before, the morning : 
Onward, onward to the goal, 

Jesus goes before us ; 
Come, come ! each ransomed soul, 

Sound on high the chorus. 


C. E. Willing 
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Around the throne of God a band 

Of glorious angels ever stand: 

Bright things they see, sweet harps they hold, 

And on their heads are crowns of gold. 

2 Some wait around Him, ready still 
To sing His praise and do His will ; 
And some, when He commands them, go 
To guard His servants here below. 

3 Lord, give Thine angels every day 
Command to guide us on our way ; 
And bid them every evening keep 
Their watch around us while we sleep. 

4 So shall no wicked thing draw near 
To do us harm or cause us fear ; 
And we shall dwell, when life is past, 
With angels round Thy throne at last. 

'ohn Mason Neale 1844 



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Onward and up, as pilgrims marching ever 

Beneath the blood-red banner of our King — 
Onward to heaven, and up, and lingering never; 

Bearing His cross with gladsome hearts we sing. 

Ref. — Rest for the weary — sweet home at last; 

Sweet home with Jesus, and all life's sorrows past. 

2 Onward and up, the golden bells are ringing 
From far away to cheer the pilgrim band ; 

O what sweet joy those heavenly chimes are bringing 
To those who long for that bright, better land ! — Ref. 

3 Joy, joy at last, when we shall pass the portal 
Of that bright, radiant city of the blest, 

To join the song of Christ, the King Immortal, 

Where all His blood-bought children are at rest. — Ref. 

George W. Bird 

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In heaven's bright abode, 
The angel host on high 
Sing praises to their God : 
Alleluia ! 
They love to sing 
To God their King 

2 But God from children's tongues 

On earth receiveth praise; 
We then our cheerful songs 
In sweet accord will raise : 
Alleluia ! 
We too will sing 
To God our King 

3 blessed Lord, Thy truth 
To all Thy flock impart, 

And teach us in our youth 

To know Thee as Thou art. 

Alleluia ! 

Then shall we sing 

To God our King 

Alleluia ! 

4 0, may Thy holy word 
Spread all the world around ! 

And all with one accord 
Uplift the joyful sound: 
All then shall sing 
To God their King 
Alleluia ! 

John Chandler 1841 


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Saviour, like a shepherd lead us, 
Much we need Thy tender care ; 

In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, 
For our use Thy folds prepare: 

Blessed Jesus ! 
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are. 

2 We are Thine, do Thou befriend us, 
Be the Guardian of our way ; 

Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us, 
Seek us when we go astray : 

Blessed Jesus! 
Hear Thy children when they pray. 

3 Thou hast promis'd to receive us, 
Poor and sinful though we be; 

Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 

Grace to cleanse and pow'r to free 

Blessed Jesus! 
Let us ever turn to Thee ! 

4 Early let us seek Thy favor, 
Early let us do Thy will ; 

Holy Lord, our only Saviour, 
With Thy grace our bosoms fill : 

Blessed Jesus ! 
Thou hast lov'd us, love us still. 


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Wiping every tear; 
Folded in His bosom, 

What have we to fear? 
Only let us follow 

Whither He doth lead, 
To the thirsty desert, 

Or the dewy mead. 

2 Jesus is our Shepherd: 

Well we know His voice 
How its gentlest whisper 

Makes our heart rejoice; 
Even when He chideth, 

Tender is His tone : 
None but He shall guide us ; 

We are His alone. 


3 Jesus is our Shepherd, 
For the sheep He bled ; 

Every lamb is sprinkled 
With the blood He shed; 

Then on each He setteth 
His own secret sign, — 

"They that have My Spirit, 
These," saith He, "are Mine." 

4 Jesus is our Shepherd ; 
Guarded by His arm, 

Though the wolves may raven, 

None can do us harm ; 
When we tread death's valley, 

Dark with fearful gloom, 
We will fear no evil, 

Victors o'er the tomb. 

Hugh Stowell 1831 

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Sweet the lesson Jesus taught, 
When to Him fond parents brought 
Babes for whom they blessing sought, 
Little ones like me. 

2 Jesus did not answer nay, 
Bid them come another day ; 
Jesus did not turn away 
Little ones like me. 

3 No, my Saviour's hand was laid, 
Softly on each infant head ; 
Jesus, when He blessed them, said, 

" Let them come to Me," 

4 Babes may still His blessing share ; 
Lambs are His peculiar care ; 

He will in His bosom bear 
Little ones like me. 

Jane Elizabeth Leeson 1842 

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Like a cradle rocking, rocking, 

Silent, peaceful, to and fro, 
Like a mother's sweet looks dropping 

On the little face below, 
Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning, 

Jarless, noiseless, safe and slow ; 
Falls the light of God's face bending 

Down and watching us below. 

2 And as feeble babes that suffer, 
Toss and cry and will not rest, 

Are the ones the tender mother 
Holds the closest, loves the best ; 

So when we are weak and wretched, 
By our sins weighed down, distressed, 

Then it is that God's great patience 
Holds us closest, loves us best. 

3 great Heart of God ! whose loving 
Cannot hindered be nor crossed ; 

Will not weary, will not even 

In our death itself be lost — 
Love divine ! of such great loving, 

Only mothers know the cost — 
Cost of love, which all love passing, 

Gave a Son to save the lost. 

Helen Maria Jackson 1873 

Sweetly sing the love of Jesus! 

Love for you, and love for me ; 
Heaven's light is not more cheering, 

Heaven's dews are not more free. 
As a child in pain or terror, 

Hides him in his mother's breast, 
As a sailor seeks the haven, 

We would come to Him for rest. 

2 Gladly sing the love of Jesus ! 
Let us lean upon His arm. 

If He loves us what can grieve us ? 

If He keep us, what can harm ? 
Still He lays His hands in blessing 

On each timid little face, 
And in heaven the children's angels 

Near the throne have always place. 

3 Ever sing the love of Jesus ! 
Let the day be dark or clear, 

Every pain and every sorrow 

Bring His own to Him more near. 

Death's cold wave need not affright us 
When we know that He has died, 

When we see the face of Jesus 
Smiling on the Other Side ! 

Mary Virginia Terhune 1889 

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Jesus, King of glory 

Throned above the sky, 
Jesus, tender Saviour, 

Hear Thy children cry. 
Pardon our transgressions, 

Cleanse us from our sin ; 
By Thy Spirit help us 

Heavenly life to win. 

Rep. — Jesus, King of glory, 

Throned above the sky, 
Jesus, tender Saviour, 
Hear Thy children cry. 

2 On this day of gladness, 
Bending low the knee 

In Thine earthly temple, 
Lord, we worship Thee; 

Celebrate Thy goodness, 
Mercy, grace, and truth, 

All Thy loving guidance 

Of our heedless youth. — REP. 

3 For the little children, 
Who have come to Thee; 

For the glad, bright spirits 
Who Thy glory see ; 

For the loved ones resting 
In Thy dear embrace ; 

For the pure and holy 
Who behold Thy face.— Rep. 

4 For Thy faithful servants 
Who have entered in ; 

For Thy fearless soldiers 
Who have conquered sin; 

For the countless legions 
Who have followed Thee, 

Heedless of the danger, 
On to victory. — Rep. 

5 When the shadows lengthen, 
Show us, Lord, Thy way ; 

Through the darkness lead us 
To the heavenly day. 

When our course is finished, 
Ended all the strife, 

Grant us with the faithful 
Palms and crowns of life. 

Ref. — Jesus, King of glory, 

Throned above the sky, 
Jesus, tender Saviour, 
Hear Thy children cry. 

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The tender love that guards us 

Whenever danger lowers, 
God ! how fair Thy loving care 

Has made this earth of ours. 
3 But brighter is the shining, 

And tenderer is the love, 
And purer still, the joj's which fill 

The unseen home above,— 
The home where all His children 

Shall sing with fuller powers, 
" God ! how fair Thy loving care 

Has made this heaven of ours." 



The beautiful bright sunshine, 

That smiles on all below, 
The waving trees, the cool, soft breeze, 

The rippling streams that flow; 
The shadows on the hillsides, 

The many tinted flowers, 
God ! how fair Thy loving care 

Has made this earth of ours. 
2 The beautiful affections 

That gather round our way, 
The joys that rise from household ties 

And deepen day by day ; 

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Jesus, meek and gentle, 
Son of God most high, 

Pitying, loving Saviour, 
Hear Thy children's cry. 

2 Give us holy freedom, 
Fill our hearts with love ; 

Draw us, holy Jesus, 

To the realms above. 
3 Lead us on our journey, 

Be Thyself the way 
Through terrestrial darkness 

To celestial day. 

George Rundle Prynne 1856 

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Far, far away, there's a many-mansioned dwelling, 

Where the Saviour waits to welcome the dear souls for whom He died, 
All across the darksome valley I can hear their anthems swelling, 

And amid the golden glory I can see them by His side, 
In the Home so far away ! 

2 Far, far away, there's a haven deep and quiet, 

"Where the noiseless waves lie sleeping on the mountain-sheltered shore, 
Where the surges never enter, where no stormy tempests riot, 

Where the sails are furled for ever and the ship goes out no more, 
From the Haven far away ! 

3 So thitherward I travel, in gladness or in sorrow, 

Across these trackless waters, with His love to cheer me through. 
And as every sunset closes, I can fancy that the morrow 

Will fire the heavenly mountains, with the Haven full in view 
And no longer far away ! 

R. E. Littlewood 1858 


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One sweetly solemn thought 

Comes to me o'er and o'er, — 
Nearer my home, to-day, am I 

Than e'er I've been before. 
Nearer my Father's house, 

Where many mansions be j 
Nearer my Saviour's glorious throne 

Nearer the crystal sea ; 

2 Nearer the bound of life, 
Where burdens are laid down ; 

Nearer to leave the heavy cross ; 
Nearer to gain the crown. 

But, lying dark between, 

Winding down through the night, 
There rolls the deep and unknown stream 

That leads at last to light. 

3 E'en now, perchance, my feet 

Are slipping on the brink, 
And I, to-day, am nearer home, — 

Nearer than now I think. 
Father, perfect my trust ! 

Strengthen my power of faith ! 
Nor let me stand, at last, alone 

Upon the shore of death. 

Phoebe Cary 1853 






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Rest for the toil-inghand, Rest for the anxious brow, Rest for the weary, way-worn feet, Rest from all la - bor now: 

Rest for the toiling hand, 

Rest for the anxious brow, 
Rest for the weary, way-worn feet. 

Rest from all labor now: 

2 Rest for the fevered brain, 
Rest for the throbbing eye ; 

Through these parched lips of thine no more 
Shall pass the moan or sigh. 

3 Soon shall the trump of God 
Give out the welcome sound 

That shakes thy silent chamber-walls, 
And breaks the turf-sealed ground. 

4 Ye dwellers in the dust, 
Awake ! come forth and sing ! 

Sharp has your frost of winter been, 
But bright shall be your spring. 

5 'Twas sown in weakness here, 
'Twill then be raised in power ; 

That which was sown an earthly seed, 
Shall rise a heavenly flower. 

Horatius Bonar 1857 


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A FEW more years shall roll, 
A few more seasons come, 

And we shall be with those that rest 
Asleep within the tomb. — Cho. 

2 A few more suns shall set 
O'er these dark hills of time, 

And we shall be where suns are not, 
A far serener clime. — Cho. 

3 A few more storms shall beat 
On this wild rocky shore, 



And we shall be where tempests cease, 
And surges swell no more. — Cho. 

4 A few more struggles here, 
A few more partings o'er, 

A few more toils, a few more tears, 
And we shall weep no more. — Cho. 

5 'Tis but a little while 
And He shall come again, 

Who died that we might live, Who lives 
That we with Him may reign. — Cho. 

Horatius Bonar 1856 

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No, no, it is not dying 

To go unto our G-od, 
This gloomy earth forsaking, 
Our journey homeward taking 

Along the starry road. 

2 No, no, it is not dying 
Heaven's citizen to be ; 

A crown immortal wearing, 
And rest unbroken sharing, 
From care and conflict free. 

3 No, no, it is not dying 

To hear this gracious word, 
" Receive a Father's blessing, 
For evermore possessing 

The favor of Thy Lord." 

4 No, no, it is not dying 

The Shepherd's voice to know ; 
His sheep He ever leadeth, 
His peaceful flock He feedeth, 

Where living pastures grow. 

5 No, no, it is not dying 
To wear a lordly crown ; 

Among God's people dwelling, 

The glorious triumph swelling 

Of Him whose sway we own. 

6 no, this is not dying, 
Thou Saviour of mankind ! 

There, streams of love are flowing, 
No hindrance ever knowing ; 
Here, drops alone we find. 

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A. S. Sullivan 

" Forever with the Lord ! " 

Amen ! so let it be ! 
Life from the dead is in that word, 

'Tis immortality. 
Here, in the body pent, 

Absent from Him I roam, 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 

A day's march nearer home. 

2 My Father's house on high, 
Home of my soul, how near 

At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, 
Thy golden gates appear ! 

Ah ! then my spirit faints 
To reach the land I love, 

The bright inheritance of saints, 
Jerusalem above ! 

3 " Forever with the Lord!" 

Father, if 'tis Thy will, 
The promise of that faithful word 

E'en here to me fulfil. 
Knowing as I am known, 

How shall I love that word, 
And oft repeat before the throne, 

" Forever with the Lord ! " 

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It is not death to die, 

To leave this weary road, 
And, 'midst the brotherhood on high, 

To be at home with God. 

2 It is not death to close 

The eye long dimmed by tears, 
And wake in glorious repose 
To spend eternal years. 

3 It is not death to bear 

The wrench that sets us free 

From dungeon chain, to breathe the air 
Of boundless liberty. 

4 It is not death to fling 
Aside this sinful dust, 

And rise on strong, exulting wing 
To live among the just. 

5 Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, 
Thy chosen cannot die ; 

Like Thee, they conquer in the strife 
To reign with Thee on high. 

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His spirit with a bound 
Left its encumbering clay; 

His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, 
A darkened ruin lay. 

3 The pains of death are past, 

Labor and sorrow cease, 
And, life's long warfare closed at last, 

His soul is found in peace. 
Soldier of Christ, well done, 

Praise be thy new employ ; 
And, while eternal ages run, 

Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 

James Montgomery 1825 


Servant of God, well done, 

Rest from thy loved employ : 
The battle fought, the victory won, 

Enter thy Master's joy. 
The voice at midnight came, 

He started up to hear : 
A mortal arrow pierced his frame, 

He fell, but felt no fear. 

2 At midnight came the cry, 
" To meet thy God prepare ! " 

He woke, and caught his Captain's eye : 
Then, strong in faith and prayer, 


C. J. Dickinson 

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Lord, it is not life to live, 
If Thy presence Thou deny: 

Lord, if Thou Thy presence give, 
'Tis no longer death to die: 

2 Source and giver of repose, 
Singly from Thy smile it flows; 

Peace and happiness are Thine ; 
Mine they are, if Thou art mine. 

Augustus Montague Toplady 1776 



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Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep, 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 

2 Asleep in Jesus ! O how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet; 
With holy confidence to sing, 

That death hath lost his venomed sting. 

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, 
Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 

4 Asleep in Jesus! for me 
May such a blissful refuge be ; 
Securely shall my ashes lie, 
Waiting the summons from on high. 

5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee 
Thy kindred and their graves may be ; 


But thine is still a blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep. 

Magaret Mackay 1832 


How blest the righteous when he dies, 
When sinks a weary soul to rest; 

How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves th' expiring breast. 

2 So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns around, 

A calm which life nor death destroys ; 
And naught disturbs that peace profound, 
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 

4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
Light from its load the spirit flies ; 

While heaven and earth combine to say, 
"How blest the righteous when he dies ! " 

Anna Laetitia Barbauld 1773 

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Soul and body meet again ; 
No more sorrow, no more weeping, 
No more pain ! 

2 Here awhile they must be parted, 
And the flesh its sabbath keep, 

Waiting in a holy stillness, 
Wrapt in sleep. 

3 For a space the tired body 
Lies with feet toward the dawn ; 

Till there breaks the last and brightest 
Easter morn. 

4 But the soul in contemplation 
Utters earnest prayer and strong; 

Breaking at the resurrection 
Into song. 

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5 Soul and body reunited, 
Thenceforth nothing shall divide, 

Waking up in Christ's own likeness, 

6 the beauty, the gladness 
Of that resurrection-day ! 

Which shall not, through endless ages, 
Pass away ! 

7 On that happy Easter morning 
All the graves their dead restore, 

Father, sister, child and mother, 
Meet once more. 

8 To that brightest of all meetings 
Bring us, Jesus Christ, at last ; 

To Thy Cross, through death and judgment, 
Holding fast. 

Sabine Baring-Gould 1866 

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Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 
In full activity of zeal and power ; 

A Christian cannot die before his time, [hour. 
The Lord's appointment is the servant's 

2 Go to the grave ; at noon from labor cease ; 

Rest on thy sheaves,thy harvest-task is done; 
Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, 

Soldier, go home ; with thee the fight is won. 

3 Go to the grave, which, faithful to its trust, 
The germ of immortality shall keep ; 

While, safe as watched by cherubim, thy dust 
Shall to the judgment-day in Jesus sleep. 

4 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay 
In death's embraces, ere He rose on high ; 

And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, 
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 

James Montgomery 1825 


With silence only as their benediction, 

God's angels come, 
Where, in the shadow of a great affliction, 

The soul sits dumb. 

2 Yet would we say what every heart ap- 

3 Not upon us or ours the solemn augel 

Hath evil wrought; 
The funeral anthem is a glad evangel ; 
The good die not! 

4 God calls our loved ones, but we lose not 
What He has given ; [wholly 

Our Father's will, [proveth, Th Uve on earth in thought and deed> as 

Calling to Him the dear ones whom He loveth, As - n Eis heaven> [ truly 

Is mercy Still. JohnGreenleafWhittier 1845 

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Blest are they in Christ departed, 
Saith the word, broken hearted ! 
Through death's dark mysterious portal 
They have entered life immortal, 
Round them shines eternal day. 

2 Hard their warfare, great their burden, 
But the splendid goal and guerdon 
They have reached ; and now, victorious, 
Wear the crowns and garlands glorious 

Which shall never fade away. 

3 No more fears, nor doubts, nor crying, 
No more sin, nor pain, nor dying, 

No more tears on any faces, 
In those holy, heavenly places 
Where love reigns for evermore. 

4 Lord, on us Thy mercy lighten, 
With Thy love our sorrows brighten ; 
Make our hope of heaven grow clearer, 

Heaven itself becomes the dearer, 
For the loved ones gone before. 

Edwin Pond Parker X889 


Darling child, in slumber seeming 
Far away in happy dreaming, 
Still and breathless is thy sleeping, 
Heedless of our watch and weeping. 
Lord, have mercy upon us! 

2 While our hearts with grief are breaking, 
Thou to heavenly joy art waking; 

Clouds of sorrow o'er us glooming 
Shadow not thy life's sweet blooming. 
Lord, in mercy comfort us. 

3 Israel's Shepherd safely fold thee, 
In His bosom gently hold thee, 
And our feet in mercy guiding, 
Bring us where thou art abiding. 

Heavenly Father, hear our prayer. 

Edwin Pond Parker 1885 


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Let no hopeless tears be shed, 
Holy is this narrow bed. 

2 Death eternal life bestows, 
Open heaven's portal throws. 


3 And no peril waits at last 
Him who now away hath passed. 


4 Not salvation hardly won, 
Not the meed for race well run ? 


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Gives His child a full reward ; 


6 Grants the prize without the course, 
Crowns, without the battle's force. 


7 Christ, when this sad life is done, 
Join us to Thy little one ; 


8 And in Thine own tender love, 
Bring us to the ranks above. 


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Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast stilled 
Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping; 

Ah how peaceful, pale, and mild, 
In his narrow bed he's sleeping, 

And no sigh of anguish sore 

Heaves that little bosom more. 

2 In this world of care and pain, 

Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave him 
To the sunny, heavenly plain 

Dost Thou now with joy receive him', 
Clothed in robes of spotless white, 
Now he dwells with Thee in light. 

3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we 
Where he lives may soon be living, 

And the lovely pastures see 

That his heavenly food are giving : 

Then the gain of death we prove 

Though Thou take what most we love. 

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